“You want to practice getting me knocked up?” She licks her lips, and I still. “Fuck,” I whisper. “If Santa is your thing, I think I just figured out what mine is.” “A breeding kink, huh? Interesting…” Rora lies back, her eyes blazing as she spreads her legs. She trails a finger down her stomach. “If you want to practice putting a baby in me, you better fill me up even more. I want to be dripping with you.” As if I could ever say no to that.
