The life of a breeder

That satisfied smile stayed plastered to Emma's face, it was obvious that she was quite pleased with herself. "I'll be seeing you, cumbucket," she called back coldly, letting the miserable victim know she'd be keeping an eye out for her. As she walked away, a wry giggle escaped her lips, it seemed that the thought of the jogger's clueless husband raising her child amused her in the worst way.

There was a strange sense of satisfaction Emma got from filling an empty womb full of thick girl-spunk. First her bestie Lily, and now the sticky slut behind her, Emma was already on a roll! In fact, she wasn't finished just yet, the idea of spreading her seed was growing more and more tempting.

While she still didn't know where her fleshy appendage had come from, she know felt there was a reason for it. Namely, to procreate. And who knows, perhaps her daughters would carry on those impressive genes, spawning a whole generation of well-hung ladies.

Collecting her discarded jogging trousers, she wiggled back into them, trying to keep her slick phallus hidden. But of course, the commanding ache in her loins would eventually demand control again, it was only a matter of time. With that in mind, the lusty redhead began to ponder her next move, already beginning to fantasize about her next victim. But there was a chance her latest victory might raise alarm, the park might not be the safest hunting ground at the moment.