she wants to have your babies

You've always admired Jaquanetta Johnson's athleticism, and she's certainly pouring it on as she rides you long and fast, clinging to you for dear life as she slams her whole body through one wrenching orgasm after another.

"Oh fuck!" she gasps, all slick with sweat and yet somehow all the more sexy for it. "I never knew I could be so nympho! I mean, I've always loved sex -- but now all I want to do is fuck and fuck and fuck and fuck and fuck!"

"Sounds like a fine plan to me," you have to agree.

"Oh Jesus, your giant cock is amazing, I love it I love it I love it -- OH FUHHH-CK!" She plows on through her biggest climax yet, taking a while for it to work its way out of her. "Oh man, all I want to do is run off with your enormous monster cock to some desert island somewhere for the rest of my life, I'd love that so much!"

"It's a beautiful idea," you admit, "but you know they'd find us."

At last she calms down a little, then stares deep into your eyes very seriously.

"You know ... I've always wanted to start a family. But I've always had bad luck with men, and now I think I know why. It's you. I was destined to meet you." Her hands roam and glide appreciatively over your body. "You're like some endangered, or some extinct, species of man. You must have some kind of super DNA to be such a stud. It's funny, I don't really know you, I've only just met you -- but I need you to give me your baby. I need that. I need that so bad!"

"You're sure?"

She nods vigorously. "Don't think of me as Jaquanetta Johnson. I'm not Jaquanetta Johnson today. All I am is breeding stock to have your baby. Use me. Pump your seed into my egg. Make me pregnant with your child. Do it!!!"

Somehow this sets off something deep inside you. It is as if all human identity has finally been stripped away and tossed aside. You are now just pure male and pure female, and you exist to perform the ultimate male mission.

So you grasp her hips and thrust away with true dedication, like some runaway locomotive, and she's climaxing even faster and harder then ever, shutting her eyes and twisting her head with the onslaught of unbearable ecstasy, but you don't care, you don't care because you exist only to breed with her, to breed with this goddess you have always worshipped and desired, and so you thrust and thrust and thrust until finally you feel free at last and you feel like your cresting over some invisible edge and suddenly you're shooting and pulsing deep into her. Almost instantly your copious semen comes seeping back out of her like so much marshmallow sauce, but still you keep driving and shooting, on and on for well over one full minute, before at last you feel satisfied.

"Oh ... oh ... " Jaquanetta is gasping, but finally finds some of her voice. "You're the man I was destined to have babies with. Oh, Jesus ... when I have this baby, I will want to have another one with you. And then another, and then another -- all I want is to breed your babies!" She bit her lip. "But I'll have to take breaks between fuckings, I'll have to, because that humongous bull elephant cock of yours will crush any baby I have inside me if I have any more sex with it." She sighed with mournful longing. "Thank you. Thank you for our child."

"We're not even sure yet, you know."

"I know. I can feel it, my egg surrendering to your conquering seed." She kisses you tenderly. "Goodbye, my giant pagan stud."

You lie there for the sake of your own recuperation as she leaves, and then you hear Gary declare "That's a wrap!"