Perfect day for a gentle breeding

Its rainy and a little gloomy outside. Slightly chilly too. The kind of weather that makes me want to spend the day in bed, cuddled up. A movie playing in the background but we’re too distracted to pay attention. I’m always in the mood to be bred, but this particular weather invokes a craving in me for a slow, gentle kind of breeding.

My belly being stroked as we spoon, whispers in my ear about how he can’t wait to get me pregnant, can’t wait to see my tummy swell with his child. Feeling his hard cock against my back as he paints a vivid picture with his words that have me dripping. When I can no longer take the teasing words, his cock inching inside me as my soaked panties are pushed to the side. Slow strokes in and out just add to the anticipation. Soft kisses on the back of my neck and along my shoulders. Teasing me until I’m whimpering from the slow pace and begging for that hot burst of cum inside me that will make me a mommy.

When I finally feel it, spurting inside me and filling me with the baby making seed I so desperately crave, I’m overwhelmed with feelings of love for him. That love amplified a thousand times over when a few weeks later I see the positive pregnancy test.