For the next three hours, Tyrone had you get him hard, then he fucked you until he came, each load going in your pussy. Cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, lotus... Every position he could think of. He filmed the entire session,and by the end, your belly was bulging out a little from all the cum he pumped into your womb. Sure, some leaked out of you, but most of it stayed in you. He sent you back to your hotel room, and all you could do was shower, then collapse on the bed, rubbing your belly, knowing for sure that he had impregnated you at least once.
He managed to convince you to call back across the pond and tell the company that you were going to work at to give the job to someone else, because you had found a job in the States. He also convinced you to get a new tattoo, a black spade with a "Q" in the middle of it in negative space. He convinced you of a lot of things: to shoot more porn, to do gangbang scenes, and to keep the twins that he knocked you up with the first day he fucked you.
That's right, you, Chloe, a supposedly smart girl who had a degree from Cambridge, decided to become a porn star who specialized in interracial scenes, especially ones where you took the man's cum where it do the most good, straight into your womb. Sure, Tyrone found you some lesbian work every once in a while to satisfy your bi side, but if you weren't pregnant for the five years of your career, you were resting after having a baby or babies. None of the babies knew their grandparents, because shortly after you started your career as "Rose Cambridge," your father saw a video of your work. He called as soon as he saw it, and told you that as far as he was concerned, he didn't have a daughter. Once the shock of that passed, you figured out why he told you not to sleep with black men: you'd enjoy it too much. And you do. Now, go finish getting ready. You just gave birth to "dear old dad's" fifth grandchild, and it's time to make another, on film.
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