Borrowed WifeThe Breeding Favor Chapter 12

Breeding Her

"So tight..." I groaned through gritted teeth.

Every thrust dragged her inner walls with me. She was so wet it sounded like I was stirring mac and cheese—that distinct, lewd *wet slapping* sound echoed through the quiet studio.

Her juices were flowing like a river, soaking my pubes, my balls, and dripping onto the leather sofa.

I sat up, pulling her close, and buried my face in her tits. I sucked on her nipples while pounding into her from below.

"Ah! So deep!" she screamed, her nails digging into my back. "Breed me, Leo! Put a baby in me!"

She wasn't just my friend's wife anymore. She was just a hole. A warm, wet, willing vessel offering herself up to be filled.

Her tightness was insane. My glans rubbed against her cervix with every stroke, sending waves of pleasure through both of us. She clamped down hard, her body spasming.

"I'm cumming! Leo, I'm cumming!" she shrieked.

Her inner muscles spasmed, milking my shaft rhythmically. The sensation of her climaxing around my raw dick pushed me over the edge.

"I'm gonna fill you up!" I roared.

I pulled her close, grinding my hips into hers, and let go.

*Spurt. Spurt. Spurt.*

I unloaded everything I had. Ropes of hot, thick cum shot straight into her womb, painting her insides white. It was an endless stream, fueled by months of pent-up lust.