Anonymousbreeder - Who's Your Daddy?

"Do you wanna' come in? Have a cuppa?"

Missionary, no condom, intense eye contact, your legs wrapped around me, deep creampies

You said you wanted to be my slut

You begged me to fuck you

You cried out my name as you came around my fat cock

Now look at you feeling all sorry for yourself

You shouldn't have asked me to cum inside you

You shouldn't have begged

You knew you weren't on birth control

You asked me not to wearing a condom

You ask me a man called a breeder to fuck you, to fuck you hard and to cum deep inside you.

Now look at your fat belly.

Now look at your swollen tits.

Now see the milk dripping from your nipples.

Daddy doesn't play game baby girl.

Now you're pregnant,

Now you're mine.

Now be my good girl.

She left the bathroom door open. An invitation. A challenge. Steam rolls out, thick and heavy, but it’s her scent that draws me in—sweet, needy, already waiting. I step inside, and there she is, standing under the shower, her hands gliding over her wet skin, pretending she doesn’t know exactly what she just did.

But I know.

I don’t say a word. I don’t need to. In three strides, I’m behind her, yanking her against me, letting her feel exactly what she’s done to me. She gasps, back arching, ass pressing into my cock, slick and ready. My hand snakes up, fingers wrapping around her throat, tilting her head back against my shoulder.

“You knew I’d come,” I growl against her ear.

She whimpers, nodding. That’s all I need. I shove her forward, pressing her against the cold tile, spreading her open. No teasing. No hesitation. Just one brutal thrust, and I’m inside—hot, tight, perfect pussy.

She cries out, hands scrambling for something to hold onto, but I don’t let up. I grip her hips and fuck her like an animal, like she’s mine to take, mine to fill. Because she is. Every slap of skin, every ragged moan, every desperate clench of her soaked cunt screams it.

She left that door open because she wanted this—wanted to be bred, claimed, ruined. And I give it to her, pounding her into the tile, dragging my teeth over her shoulder, leaving my mark.

Her legs shake first, a strangled moan ripping from her throat as she comes, walls milking my cock, begging for more. I don’t stop, don’t slow. I grab her tighter, thrust deeper, chasing the only thing left—burying myself inside her and filling her up completely until she has no doubt she’s been fucking bred.

What else is a white bitch good for?

A thick load of cum >>> Any cosmetic product

I am not a girl that you can save for later.

I’ll be moved on by the time you realize you want me.

Date idea: You & me in this room.

get a girl who texts you something so horny that you have to bite your own hand to stop yourself from losing your mind