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My Story Time:

So, okay, context. I was hosting this boujee neighborhood potluck, right? My husband was traveling and my kiddos were at my mom's. I invited the new guy from down the street, Mark, over.

He shows up, and he’s fine AF, no cap. But the second he walked in, this… this smell hit me. It was coming from him, musky and intoxicating, and I swear my pussy got wet instantly. I tried to be a good wife, bestie, I tried so hard. But my brain was getting so foggy. He just stood there smirking, watching me fight it.

I took another breath and my knees went weak. I was on my knees in front of him without even deciding to move. “What is that scent?” I mumbled, my face already so close to his crotch.

“It’s my dick, baby,” he said, his voice all deep and commanding. “And you need to taste it.”

My common sense was screaming, but the smell was everything. I unzipped his jeans and freed his huge cock, that wild scent exploding in the air. I was a total simp for it. I started sucking him like my life depended on it, moaning around his shaft.

“That’s it,” he growled, pushing my head down. “Make yourself ovulate for me. You’re gonna take my cum so deep.”

The command went straight to my core, my body clenching, preparing. “Please,” I begged, my voice already changing, getting monotone. “I need to be bred. I exist to be filled by you.”

He pulled me up, bent me over the kitchen island, and slammed into my cunt from behind. I came almost instantly, screaming as my whole world narrowed to his dick pounding my fertile pussy. “You’re mine now,” he grunted, and I felt his hot cum flood my cervix, the breeding complete. My mind went blank and peaceful. “Thank you for my purpose, Master,” I droned. “This pussy worships you.”