“I used to dream of this,” I confess, voice embarrassingly guttural as I watch my cock pump between her tits. “In the early days, all those times you were on my exam table, your pussy so pink and wet for me,” she moans and I grunt, feeling the vibration against my shaft, “I’d look up at you and see them—these perfect tits—and daydream about how they’d look once our seed took hold.”
