I came back to make sure my seed had taken root. And when I saw that it had I lost all control
See her belly swollen with child, knowing that my seed had changed her body so drastically; I couldn’t resist taking her again, filling her again, using her sweet claimed body again.
Please breed me. Make me a mommy.
Every good little girl knows deep inside that she wants to be bred, needs to be bred. She needs to feel a man’s seed conquer her womb, to take her body and change its direction, to shape it to fit his needs.