Yup. Blake's pregnant.

About a week after you had spent the night fucking Blake in the hotel room, she finally showed back up in your office, in a tight white shirt and a tight black skirt, and welcomed herself in, sitting down on your couch.

"Hey John...I'm pregnant...and it's yours..." she whispers in your ear as you walk over to her, placing a hand on your thigh as you reciprocate, leading to both of you starting to make out with each other.

"MMM...don't you want to talk about this?" she teases you as you lay her down on the couch and straddle her as you slide the skirt and her panties down and line your dick up with her tight pussy.

"I don't see what we have to talk about," you whisper to her as you slide into her and start to thrust away inside of her, "we rented a hotel room and spent the night fucking and now you're pregnant. Seems pretty simple to me, baby."

"UH...UH...OHGOD...I...guess...you're...right..." she moans as she throws her head back and places her legs on your shoulders as she starts to cum all over your dick, twisting her hips around you as you continue to pound on her tight cunt.

"OHGOD...fuck me...I need more of your potent cum inside me baby..." she hisses as you start to plow her fertile fields even harder, hearing a commotion outside your door as you start to feel your cum rising up from your balls.