1. Ovulating


    Date: 8/21/2016, Categories: Interracial Sex, Author: andrea0817, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    hairs pressing against my pussy and anus. A reach down under confirmed it, no space left between us. It should not fit, I’m 5’8” and his cock represents close to 20% of my body length, all up in my abdomen. Awesome! Absolutely awesome and so hot. "Do you want it now" he asks. He is not moving in or out, just hanging deep and pushing further. "Do it." I holler. "Beg for it. Tell me how bad you want it." He says. Nope, this girl ain’t a beggar. I did that muscle move where I squeezed him as hard as I could. After a few good squeezes I hollered back “Fill it up!!” and kept repeating the hard squeeze. Soon he just yelled "Devil Bitch" and I felt him start to spasm. I’ve never been called that before. I kind of like it. The more I dwell on it, the more I like it. His orgasm often pushed me into the same, The vaginal orgasm can't be topped. Not this time, I just smiled and started to count out loud. Every time I felt his cock jerk, I added a number. One, two, three, four….... As the numbers grew, the time between counting grew as well, I got to nine and he grew still. I wiggled a bit and he told me "Don't move, I'm still draining out.”. So I went right back to the big squeeze. I was going to milk every last drop of semen out of him. And I did. Eventually mister softy pulls out and with my ass held high I scampered to the other side of the bed and fell off with my face down on the floor and knees on the bed so my torso was at the perfect angle for gravity to move the pool of semen ...
    down into my uterus. And yes, I can feel it moving around. I believe I can. I sure know I can feel the pooled up puddle of semen in me. And when you no longer feel in in the vagina, there is only one other place it can be. I did my job well, as did he. The next words my husband, stud, breeder and lover heard was a simple request for a mug of coffee and a straw. After he delivered the coffee I asked him to look and see if I lost much. He said “A few dribbles on the sheets is all. There has to be a lot in there.” I just smiled as I kind of knew that and said “I thank you.”. I’m big on words, heck I write a lot. I do not have words to express the feeling of satisfaction and completeness I had washing over me while I was lying there face down to the floor. I had happy tears of joy. I do not know how I know but I believe a woman knows. I know I became pregnant this morning. Heck, the first time it was a one shot success, so why not this time too? I just hope in the coming months I have a puffy face to go with it. Puffy face is the sign of carrying a boy. So I have been told from the women in his f****y. It's a new one on me. Apparently over the years they are close to a 100% on their gender prediction based on the woman's face. Not to be too confident and arrogant, the plan is to repeat this quite a bit over the remainder of this week. I took him again around lunchtime. Well, more like he took me. No ceremony with this filling, he just bent me over a chair and basically used me to ...
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