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September 15 - September 15, 2025
God, I hope she isn’t married. Because I want her. As the mother of my child. Children. I’d never be able to resist putting more babies in her belly and something tells me she wouldn’t resist, either.
Her massive boobs bounce free. My cock, which was starting to calm down, turns rock-solid. Dammit, she has massive milkers. Huge, creamy globes that would feel like heaven in my palms. I salivate imagining them full of milk. I love a lactating woman. They’re absolutely marvelous. Their bodies provide nourishment and it makes them so sexy.
I slide my fingers into my pants, squeezing my aroused manhood. Looks like I’m going to have to get myself off or I’ll never be able to enter her house looking like a sane man.
I wish it had been me, so I could claim her as mine and suck her tits until they’re drained. She’d be the perfect mother to my kids, a loving, fertile, and nurturing wife.
This woman is a saint. And I want her to be mine. It’s more than a need, it’s a craving.
“Amelia, baby, let me take care of you. Don’t dream about having me penetrate you when you can have the real thing.”
“You want to be milked? You want a real man sucking cream from your breasts and reminding you how sexy your tits look when you’re pregnant and lactating?”
Because you can be mine now. You belong to me, Amelia, and I’m going to make sure your body remembers that.”
“Your cunt is mine now. I’m going to wreck it with my cock. I’ll make sure you remember today forever. I’m going to ruin you for all men.”
“More than sex,” Marcus clarifies. “I want more. Once you’ve given birth, I want to plant my seed in your womb for real. I’ll keep these tits gushing milk so our children can feed on them.”