Used and Abused: My Breeding Fantasy

Breeding phone sex

I had this insane breeding fantasy, and I needed to make it a reality. The thought of being a cum dumpster for a relentless stud had me soaked.

So, when the opportunity arose, I met up with this guy—a total alpha male. He had that confident stride and a look that said he knew exactly what he’d do to me.

I got on my knees and took his cock in my mouth. The taste of his pre-cum nearly made me drool. I looked up at him through my lashes, and he grasped my hair, guiding me down on his shaft.

But I had bigger plans. I wanted to feel his weight on me, his cock stretching me out. So, I teased him, saying that sucking his dick was just the prelude.

He got the message and lifted me up, sitting me on the edge of the table. I guided his thick member into my soaking hole, and the sensation nearly made me blackout.

We tried every position you could think of. Me on top, him on top, side by side. I felt like his personal sex toy, which only turned me on more. In each position, I clenched down, letting gravity enhance the pleasure.

With each thrust, I felt his swimmers entering me, filling me up like the breeding whore I dreamed of being. He fucked me until my legs turned to jelly, and then he’d grab me by the hips and plunge back in.

I came countless times, my screams echoing in the room. But he didn’t stop until he’d had his fill. And damn, did that man breed me good.

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