Her pink skirt rose up legs clad in beige, thigh-high stockings. “Mmm, you’re so hungry for my futa-jizz. She he had a plunging neckline, her bodice adorned with glittering crystals that reflected the light and gave shape to her round bosom. Had she ever cheated on him? I would enjoy Rosemary. She dabbed at her eyes. I trembled, getting closer and closer. Like James Bond. “So, Becky, you made it through the ceremony without breeding the bride.”
I wrenched my gaze from my wife to glance at Adelia. The elevator groaned, shaking around us. She groaned, her snatch squeezing down so tight on me. Plenty of women are in Seattle we could breed, too.”
But Rosemary… It felt so amazing to me. My cunt clenched. Kurt held up his wedding band, his eyes locked on his blonde bride. He ran a hand through his red hair before he and his blonde bride stepped off the dais and marched down the aisle.
