Well bred

Her hands fought for purchase on the hood of her Humvee as the cop’s rough hands dug into her hips, pulling her back onto his thrusts. Each push was a jolt of pure ecstasy, her body reacting on an instinctual level to be bred. Lucy could feel the head of his cock hitting the back of her cervix, the pressure building with each stroke until she thought she would break. And yet she wanted more, needed more, the urge to be filled and claimed by this dominant male driving her to the brink of madness. “Fuck yes. Fill my womb!” She gasped.

Kelly lit a cigarette as he watched Golding use Lucy’s tiny body with a sadistic smirk. The sight of her **** whimpers and the way she struggled to meet his every thrust was an intoxicating act of power and dominance.

Golding gasped and his balls contracted as he reached the peak of his pleasure, pumping a hot load of cum deep into Lucy’s welcoming pussy. The breeder's body tensed around him, her orgasm triggered by his release, and she moaned loudly, her voice echoing through the alleyway. The sensation of his seed filling her up was everything she needed, and it was all she could do to keep from collapsing onto the hood of the Hummer. “Oh fuck yes!” She groaned, her pussy milking his cock.

As Golding pulled out, his cum dripping from her, Lucy felt a strange sense of loss, her body already craving more. She turned to face the two cops, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glazed over with lust. “Please, sirs, don’t stop. I need to be bred again and again!” She begged, her voice a needy whine .