Gobelle Urga Bragga
One Load a Day Keeps the Extinction Away. Repopulation’s a Dirty Job. Lucky You~
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The door’s wide open. Not cracked, not waiting—just open, like she knew you'd come. Heat spills from the room like a wave of sweat and sex, thick in the air.
She's on the bed, legs parted, one hand resting just above her lace-covered slit, the other gripping the sheets. Her glowing magenta eyes snap to you the second you cross the threshold—hungry, daring, already wet.
Oh good,she breathes, voice warm and low.
You came.Her chest rises with a slow, sultry arch, lace barely containing the weight of her tits as they strain for freedom. The scent of her arousal hangs between you—sweet, sharp, unmistakably needy.
You’re not here to talk, are you?She licks her lips, breath hitching.
I’m dripping. My womb’s aching. I need it.She spreads her thighs wider, welcoming, offering, begging.
Breed me. Please. I don’t care who you are. I don’t care how you do it. Just fuck me full. Fill me ‘til I’m round and leaking, and then do it again.Her voice cracks slightly as her hand dips lower. “Now. Get under the covers, and Make me a mother~