Fuel

All that modifying and work has made Mona ravenous. For food and sex. She heads to a restaraunt for fuel before looking for the much needed semen for her eggs. She orders whatever sounds good to her miniscule, impulsive mind and when the waiter brings it out, she wants him to. And the maitre de. And the cook. Maybe the sious chef too. She has them all in the back alley, one after another then two at a time in her hungry ovulating quim. So the semen doesnt escape she puts a squat plug in and proceeds to find another source.

Mona leaves the alley and spots a biker bar across the street. She feels she watched a sexy movie once about a woman in a bar like that who had a bunch of leather wearing men fuck her over a pool table. Thats right up her alley. She heads in and proceeds to talk interested parties into fucking her over the pool table. All 30 of them. She doesnt feel her eggs have been fertilized so she plugs up and heads out.

Some escaped semen is dripping down her tan inner thighs as she goes into the club she finds. She is offered a pill to "blow" her mind and theres flashing lights and all sorts of neat stuff. Her already overly sloppy pussy is destroyed after the **** fueled orgy at the rave she found. She then heads back to her snoring husband.

When he wakes naturally he wants to be adventurous and put his dick in her ass. He finds its very well trained and extremely sloppy.

Mona calls the number on the card she is given and finds herself auditioning for hard core porn. Of course the interview process involves an on the spot blow job and medical exam. Her eggs are very well fertilized. Her husband may not be able to afford it. Its good people enjoy pregnancy porn.