Fucked drunk

"Fuckmefuckmefuckme!" I hear myself babble as the brute thrusts into me faster and faster. It feels too good, why was I so **** to have him inside me before? The savage, rawness was so animalistic and made my heart flutter with joy. Surrendering myself to the pleasure was so much better; the fullness in my stomach and his cockhead punching the entrance of my womb was so dangerous and tickled something in my brain.

My wonderful brute was huffing as he pounded me, muttering "My little mare" every now; the name made my chest flutter with excitement and made me clench on his length, him groaning with satisfaction. Then, after some minutes, I felt him swell larger and immediately knew what was happening, exciting me even more than before.

"My...little...mare..." I hear my handsome brute pant into my ear as he held me, thrusting even harder than before.

I feel ecstatic, anticipating what's to come. "Cum in me, please!"

After a few seconds, the strong brute hilts me one more time and something begins to fill my stomach. "Yes! Fill me!" I yell as I'm clutched tighter, a primal need flashing into my mind as more and more of his seed pours into me.

"So good..." he grunts.

I give him my best, most practiced slutty smile, my hair is a mess and saliva coats my mouth, sweat matting my hair. I smile as I whisper to him. "Breed me, I am yours..."

Something flashes in that hunk of a brute and his thrusts even more, unrelenting and energy unending. Drunk on the pleasure, I continue letting out lusty moans, soon I lose track of time.