Yes, you breed her

In a daze I pressed forward. My rock hard dick slipped inside {f}. She moaned like a slut as I bottomed out deep in her cunt.

“MmmmmmOhhhh! Yes, Michael! Like that. Sink it deep and seed my womb!”

I was on auto pilot. I had often fantasized about us having sex, about finally getting between her legs. But this isn’t what I had imagined. It felt good though. I had to admit it. She was tight, and with her ass spread open I was able to bury myself to the hilt with each thrust. I picked up the pace, going harder and harder until it almost hurt.

“Oh yeah. Fuck yeah! Slam into me, Mikey. I’m your cow-girl and I need to be bred. Give me your potent cum so I can stay knocked up and lactating.”

She moved one hand to her tits and started milking herself.

“Yes,” I panted, “you’re mine. I own you. I own your womb. I’ll fill it whenever I want.”

“Yes.”

“I’ll mark you. Brand you. Take you into town so everyone can see you belong to me.”

“Yes!”

“Your belly will swell up with offspring over and over. An endless cycle of popping out cow-boys and girls just to get bred again. And again. AND AGAIN!”

“YES!!!” screamed Kimberly as I pressed against her cervix and came. My cries of pleasure joined hers as I flooded her womb. And as the dream went on it felt like we stayed that way forever; Fucking and breeding and milking endlessly.

The End