Take the band aid off

"We apparently moved to a reality where you're a genetically engineered **** made to be a surrogate mother..."

She looks at me confused. "... What??"

"I'm sorry, you're treated as propriety, here."

"No, no, no, that can't be right!"

She takes the phone out of my hands, and read the pages.

"We can't even marry, here! We have to go back!"

"You know how?"

"That's not right!"

She walks close to me and hugs me.

"I-I... don't want to... be a... ****."

I realize that she smells me and squeeze me harder.

"Are you ok?"

"Since when do you smell so good..."

Tessa goes down and pull down my boxer, revealing my erected cock.

"Can I... suck your cock...?"

"You don't need to ask!"

"I-I know... It just... it smells so good..."

She then goes on my cock, sucking and licking it with appetite. Telling me how good it tastes, like she's addicted to it. Maybe she is, her body is made for sex after all. It's becoming more and more difficult to think with her enjoying my hard member, and I really start to want to fuck her.

"Get up." I say.

And she immediately obeys. It's so sexy... I lift her by the ass and make her sit on the bathroom counter, spreading her legs.

"I'm so wet mas-ter... Fuck... I finally said it..." She says.

I put my cock against her literally drooling slit when she tells me. "If I'm... made to bear children, shouldn't it be highly risked to do it without protection?"

I'm so ready to fuck her, I'm so horny, but I manage to ask.

"Do you want me to get protection?"

"No, ..."