Shall We Make a Baby?

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Oh God, that's exquisite. I love when you go in so deep. If my husband could reach that spot, maybe I wouldn't cheat on him.

Oh God, stop it. Don't play innocent with me, mister. You know exactly what you're doing, prodding and teasing my cervix.

Oh really? It's not you? Moby Dick's got a mind of his own, does he? God, imagine it, if I got pregnant.

Sorry, maybe I shouldn't say that while you're fucking me. Does the idea of impregnating me turn you off? No? Oh good.

So it's not a taboo topic then, to talk about during intercourse. Really? It turns you on, if I get all broody and talk about getting pregnant and making babies? Oh God, yes.

Squeeze my milky tits. Wanna know a secret? I love the idea of you giving my womb a spunky hose down.

It kills me that you use a condom. I love pretending you're not wearing one when you come in me. The thought of it, your cock plugging me tightly, zillions of your tiny tadpoles swimming around my womb, up into my tubes, on an Easter egg hunt, in my cunt.

It's kind of terrifying. It makes me feel so exhilarated. Do you want to take the condom off for a little while, just to see what bare back with me feels like?

Please, just for a little while. We don't have to make a baby. You can put it back on again after a little while, or pull out before you jizz.

Yes, I'm sure. So long as you don't come, I can't get pregnant. Of course I don't want to.

What would I tell my husband? Oh, thank God. Thank God.

Your bare cock feels so silky in my pussy. It's even better than I imagined. I think it's the way your foreskin keeps moving in the opposite direction to your cock.

God, it's divine. It feels like it's moving in and out all at the same time. I can't believe we're doing this while I'm ovulating.

It's so fucking risky. Do you know it's possible for a woman to get pregnant, even if the man doesn't ejaculate? There can be enough sperm in a single drop of pre-cum to do the job.

I heard somewhere it can happen if a man has masturbated earlier. There can be some bullets left in the chamber. A pee would likely clear the urethra out.

But if that didn't happen, a male's pre-cum can be teeming with sperm. Don't be silly. Of course I'm not an expert.

Don't mind me. It's probably a load of gobbledygook. But it's crazy to think about, isn't it? The idea that by enjoying this delicious sensuality, we could accidentally create a new life, a new human being.

It just feels so heavenly. I love your cock so much. I love when it's so deep it brushes my cervix.

Can you feel that? Yeah, like a tiny pair of lips kissing your tip. That's actually my cervix.

Have you ever thought about having kids? Would you like to? No, of course not.

I don't mean now, silly. But someday. Is that something you want? I think you'd make a wonderful father.

You're so considerate and thoughtful. There's nobody else in the whole wide world I'd rather make a baby with than you. I don't know why.

I can't explain it. Ever since the first moment I saw you, I imagined your pelvis mashing the void between my legs, pushing with all your might as a fountain of semen spouts from Moby Dick's blowhole. I know how insane that sounds, based on your appearance alone.

That thought just flashed through my mind. I couldn't help it. Before I'd even spoken to you, I was imagining you squirting inside me.

I've been like a bitch in heat ever since. Don't get me wrong, it's not like getting pregnant was part of my fantasy. Just you coming in me.

It's strange the way the mind works. It was such a turn-on. Now, here we are, three months later, and now you're actually screwing me, without a condom.

I've waited so long for this moment. Huh? You're gonna come soon.

Slow down. Wait. Don't pull out just yet.

Stop if you like. I just want to ask you something first. Say, um, suppose I said to you that you can come in me, purely hypothetically, right here, right now.

Would you? What? You would? Even knowing I'm ovulating? Uh-huh.

I know it's not guaranteed, but you know I'm not on the pill. I'm a natural woman, and if you ejaculate in my pussy, odds are pretty good I'll end up with a bun in my oven. Oh, God.

What are you doing? Are you trying to get it in my cervix? Naughty boy.

When you think about it, it's insane. There's an activity that men and women love doing. It feels so good, many become sex addicts.

It ends up with creamy white liquid squirting out of the male's cock, and that liquid gives the female a baby. You know what I always wonder about animals? Cats, dogs, cows, whatever.

When they have sex, do they even know what they're doing? Or is it just something that feels good, like eating a tasty meal? And they have a need to do it, but no idea why.

I think we humans are unique in that regard. One of the things that sets us apart from the animals, we know what we're doing when we fuck. We share the animalistic need, but we also have the understanding of the consequences.

The knowledge is in my head that if you come inside me, a baby will grow inside my womb. It's so erotic. Even when a woman decides she doesn't want a baby, she still gets horny.

We want to feel a cock in our vagina so badly, we'll risk getting pregnant just to have that feeling. I always wondered if the subconscious is fooling the conscious mind, giving her erotic illusions, turning her on beyond belief, while she accidentally falls pregnant. I love having your cock inside me.

I have no idea why I love it. I just do. I want it more than any other man's cock.

But I also love the idea of you squirting spunk in me. The very idea of it makes me cum. It's so different with you than any other man I've ever slept with.

I crave to have your baby. I don't know why. My pussy demands your spunk.

Just saying it out loud makes my flesh tingle all over. Knowing your penis could be about to make a baby inside me. It's like a magic wand.

You have the power to create a new life. It makes you godly in my eyes. Oh, maestro, what are you doing now? Oh, be careful.

I think that's my cervical ingress your cock is poking. Can you feel it? Be gentle.

It's so sensitive. Oh, God, I think it's going in. You're such a sex god.

Listen, you have my permission to go all the way. Come in me right now if you want. Please don't pull out.

Make me your bitch in heat for real. I'm begging you. Make a baby with me.

Do it. Come in me. I dare you.

Hose your semen into my womb. Oh my God. I can't believe we did that.

I'm right in the middle of my menstrual cycle. Totally ovulating. If my husband knew about this, he'd lose his shit.

This could be the biggest moment of my life. I'm thinking this might be it. I just have a feeling.

Woman's intuition. Your sperm are running amok in my womb as we speak. There's no stopping them now.

Jesus, are you getting hard? Want to go again? You've got more semen in reserve.

You may as well squirt it all into me. Waste not, want not. I want it all.

May as well flood my womb. I wish to God my womb could have your spunk on tap all the time. You'd what? You'd hose gallons of spunk into me? I love the thought of that.

I can imagine your dick. Creamy seed pissing out in endless jets. I'd binge feed on it for hours.

I mean, it's not as if I could get any more pregnant. Can't be hung for the same crime twice.