He seriously thought I was finished with him, but little did he know that I had other plans. The night turned heated as I craved every moment of our steamy encounter. With every kiss, I could feel the excitement build, and before I knew it, I wanted more than just a taste. That creampie was on my mind, and I couldn’t resist the idea of him filling me up. Our bodies moved together, and I just knew this was coming—breeding wasn’t just a fantasy anymore. My pussy ached for him, and I couldn’t hold back. Who knew finishing would feel this good?
