It’s not so much about popping lil rugrats out that makes me a breeding whore. It’s my obsession with cum. It is not healthy, or maybe it is. One thing I know for sure, is that I crave the feeling of that cock throbbing inside my dripping cunt. I will wrap my legs around so tight as I squeeze the man of the cock so close to me that he can’t get away. I will hold on for dear life with those legs as I feel that amazing feeling that makes my wet mommy pussy quiver in excitement. It’s the feeling of his cum juice, his jungle jizz, his whipped creamy monster, his erupting volcano, his love splatter, his army of minions, his sticky icky goodness, his melted ice cream, his creamy milk, his salty syrup start to feel as if it’s going to meet the deepest parts of my cunt. The parts that I want his head of his cock to stay in forever. The part so close to my rugrat making factory that for a moment or two, they could share an address.
Yes his cum, meeting my pussy, I need it, I want it. I crave it. And I will do anything I have to in order to get it. Not just get it but keep it. Inside my uterus, let’s hope. Come breed me soon, I am aching to have you again and again and again.