I want to chain a pretty girl up against the bedposts and fuck her with my fingers until she makes a mess on my hands; hear her whine out my name over and over, relentless, until it's the only word she knows how to say.
Oh, to throw someone's legs over my shoulders and bruise their thighs with my fingertips as I harshly grip onto their legs and fuck them with my tongue.
Fluids secreted down onto the scented blankets below. They were, completely and utterly, impregnated by the dom's fertilised batch, and one unsteady exhale would sure cause mass amounts of eggs to pour out of their hole and pool in between their trembling thighs.
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The omega led against the nest base, sprawled out and submissive as their alpha, positioned and looming overtop them, slammed their length into their entrance.
A particularly large egg squeezing through their vaginal walls and pushing a bundle of dozen, smaller-scaled eggs into their already stretched-out uterus was far too much stimulation for them to handle, and they squirted out against the alpha's dick.
Let me sew my name into your skin and watch the blood trickle from the thread. Pretty embroidery, all neatly stitched up; unveil to everyone who's canvas you are.