Talk some more

I stayed beside her, propped up on one elbow, watching as she lay there with the pillow under her ass. My cum was still deep inside her, and she seemed determined to keep it that way for as long as possible.

We talked for a long time.

She told me more about how long she’d been putting off getting the rod replaced. I told her more about how the breeding kink had started with my ex and how intense it had become with her. We were surprisingly honest with each other.

At one point she reached over and took my hand.

“I’m not trying to trap you or anything,” she said quietly. “I just… if something happens, I don’t want to go through it alone. That’s all.”

I squeezed her hand.

“You won’t be alone,” I promised again.

Eventually the conversation slowed. She was still lying with the pillow under her hips, but her eyes were getting heavy. I pulled the blanket over both of us and stayed close to her.

She fell asleep first.

I lay there for a while longer, one hand resting on her soft stomach, thinking about everything that had happened this weekend — the beach, the public sex, the overdue implant, her rule about not leaving if she got pregnant.

It was a lot.

But I didn’t want to leave.

In the morning I would have to go home, just like I’d told her. Real life was waiting. Work. My own place. The normal routine.

But right now, in this quiet caravan with this thick, naked girl sleeping next to me with my cum still inside her, none of that felt important.

I eventually closed my eyes and let sleep take me too.