Thursday, January 4, 2018

STORY: BEING HIS LITTLE CREAMPIE WHORE

He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me as he slid his thick cock deep inside my pussy stretching me to the limit. That initial thrust always takes my breath away and I feel like I’m in heaven.

It had been a few weeks since my last birth control pill and according to the positive ovulation test I took this morning this was the perfect time for us to make a baby. I whispered in his ear that I was ovulating, and I could feel him stretch me even more. It’s amazing how 2 little words can make his thick cock even harder.

In one quick movement he pushed me on all fours and took me from behind. Omg his cock feels amazing. I could tell that his primal need to breed me took over as he pounded my pussy…. Harder than he ever had before. I was beyond dripping wet practically begging him to fill my pussy up. It was the only thing I could think of.

That’s it baby fuck my pussy!! Pound me harder!! I want to feel your cum coating my insides! His pace quickened and I could feel his cock start to swell. I started grinding back into him seconds later I could feel his cock twitching deep inside of me, finally giving me what I longed for. Jet after jet after jet of hot fertile cum flooded my pussy and it’s truly the best feeling ever. Breed me baby…. Because either your dirty little Creampiewhore

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