After the bath fizzed with Foamy brand bubbles, I grabbed a loofah and dunked it underneath the water. Sierra pulled her legs to her chest and leaned forward, resting her head on her knees and humming softly.
I drew the loofah across her glistening bare back, my stress from managing the Radiant franchise, helping Michelle with her Plaything Co. s*x toy brand, and finding suitable housing for low-income families today slowly dissipating.
Honestly, I didn’t know where it had come from, but I had told her that I wanted to breed her tonight. And the thought wasn’t leaving me alone. I wanted to shove so much of my c*m into her tight little hole until she couldn’t physically fit any more of it inside her. Until her belly was swollen and she was pregnant with my child, walking around my place.
