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*Part 7 of 8*
I reveal that I am always in a state of fertility and that if you decide to breed me, I will certainly get pregnant. 

You nod and repeat your wish, hands still pulling me into you, breath on my neck, biting the soft skin between my lips and my breasts. Your hips pushing into mine so I can feel you.

Thoroughly and completely amused, I laugh and tell you I must grant it. I let you lay me into the grass and spread my legs. You view the glistening, fat folds you’re about to burrow into, completely overcome with a desire you’ve never had in your life, before you get as close as possible and push your way into me. Right there. Into a goddess. 

I’m soaking and warm and wrapped tightly around you. My enormous soft body envelopes you. It feels like heaven and home and being more alive than ever. Like you could stay there forever. You thrust deep. In and out, but so close you’re really just grinding into me. And as I wrap my plump legs around your waist, you realize you’re deeper than you’ve ever been in anyone. That you’re practically melting into me. Like there’s no end to where I start and you begin. We’re just breath and sweat and my rolls and jiggles and and your angular body. Pulsing together.

You pump into me and I start to moan for more. Please more. More more more. Breed me I beg. I want it. I’ve always wanted this. You’re wild with the primal need to give me everything. Desperate to. I finally moan for you to fill me with all of you and the words send you reeling. Every square inch of your body tingles with pleasure. You tense and groan into me. You feel it coming like an eruption and you bury your face into my neck as you explode and give me exactly what I want. 

A full fat goddess, completely full of your cum.

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