Like Lois Wants To Get Pregnant

It was one thing to beg to be knocked up. It was something else to work for it.

Lois rested her elbows on Angelica's shoulders, pushing her breasts into the dickgirl's face every time she lifted up off of that cock—only to sink back down again. The reporter could feel herself moving with purpose, as that hot mouth sought to catch at her lips, raining kisses on her sternum and collarbone, Blaze's hands squeezing at her thighs and ass.

She felt as if something had clicked inside of her, when she had begged Blaze to pump her cum inside her unprotected pussy. A realization of some unvoiced need that Lois had been ignoring during the last long months of her abstinence. That she wanted this. Needed this. Loved this feeling of fucking to get pregnant, of pushing herself down until the cock broadened and spread her slit wide, the tip buried almost but not quite too deep inside of her.

A part of Lois wondered if this is what women meant, when they talked about their biological clock. The reporter still thought of herself as young; thirty hadn't been that long ago. She was still fertile, still strong. At this point in her career, she could afford to work from home for a bit, to do puff pieces while on maternity leave. And once the baby was born...

"Do you know how sexy you are?" Angelica whispered. She gazed up at Lois, as the reporter began to move faster, breath coming quicker.

"You're going to be even sexier in a few months. When you start to fill out. Milk swelling those breasts for the babies. Belly beginning to show. Hips widening..."

"Babies?" Lois panted, an electric thrill shooting up her spine.

"My family has a history of twins," the mouth smiled.

"Fuck," Lois said, her body jittery as she rose and fell on the piercing prick faster and faster. "Fuck!"

"I am. We are. We will." Blaze said, and for a moment her face was dead serious, as though she had just made some terribly serious promise.

Perhaps that was what set Lois over the edge. Her hands came up to cradle the dickgirl's face, her lips pressed hard against Angelica's own as her lower body moved of its own volition, slamming her cunt down hard on the rock-hard shaft.

"Tell me," the dickgirl said, her voice strained, that earnest look still on her face. "Tell me what you wish, and it will be so."