Borrowed WifeThe Breeding Favor Chapter 13

The Plug

I kept thrusting through the orgasm, making sure every drop made it to its destination.

Finally, drained, I panted against her neck. I tried to pull out, but she wrapped her legs around me tight like a koala.

"No... don't pull out," she whispered, her voice groggy with endorphins. "You have to keep it in... be my plug."

She kissed my neck, her hands roaming my chest. "Don't let the baby juice leak out yet. I want to marinate in it."

The exhaustion hit me like a truck. I collapsed on top of her, my softening cock still buried deep inside her warmth. We passed out right there on the sofa, locked together in a wet, sticky embrace.