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kruegerspillow ยฉ 2024 โ reblogs are greatly appreciated!
Kate's wife wants kids.
But adoption is difficult and long, and finding a donor is expensive and soul sucking. She can see the way your eyes widen at the children at the park, at the mothers holding their infants, at the baby clothes you pass in the store. She sees the way you buzz at the mere mention of children; of starting a family.
So eventually, she confides in the man she trusts most: John Price.
Of course, he prefers to do things the old fashioned way.
It's a simple arrangement. He fucks you under her supervision. Head cradled in her lap, she strokes your cheeks as he ruts into you. She talks over his grunts, saying how well you're doing, and she can't wait to see you pregnant; to make you a mom. She's always there to clean up after him, making you come undone on her fingers and tongue until you're a right mess. Kate keeps him updated with weekly texts to see how the tests have gone and when he needs to come back.
He gets you pregnant after only two months (a feat which John prides himself on. Kate thanks him for his efficient work, as usual). Within a year, he's named the godfather of the kid, and you and Kate welcome your sweet little girl into the world.
John is not at all surprised when Kate messages him again two years later asking for that same favor.
ohhh my god
baby capybara named Tupi via san antonio zoo
18+ mdni. overstim. slapping.
another little price thought cause the last one did so well. he loves to have you sit in his lap so he can play with your pussy. you could be doing the most mundane thing in the world, lighting a candle on the coffee table in front of the leather couch he's sat on, a rugby game playing on the tv. "c'mere, love," he speaks, voice low and oddly quiet. price motions with his hand, spreading his thighs and patting one of his muscular thighs. and you know what's coming. as soon as you take your proper place between his legs, back to his chest, his calloused hands are rubbing up your inner thighs, his touch leaving goosebumps in its wake. his thumbs slip under your shorts, brushing the soft and sensitive skin right below your panties. just as your breathing starts to grow heavy, price pulls his hand away with a quiet tut, palms sliding up to your hips instead.
"lift up for me," he says, and you obey without question, lifting your hips. in a practiced motion, he slides both your shorts and panties down your legs, the garments sliding off of your ankles and onto the living room floor. with a quiet groan of satisfaction, price's hand comes to cup your mound, the other keeping a steady grasp on your waist to keep you in place. two thick fingers spread your already soaked lips, exploring your folds in slow motions.
"john-" you panted as his fingers teased your awaiting hole, before slipping up to press down against your clit. the action has you squealing out, body jolting in his lap.
"shhh, love," price soothes, though the smirk in his tone is evident as his fingers rub tight circles around that little bundle of nerves. his breath is warm against your ear, beard tickling your neck. it's just so damn easy to have you come apart beneath him. the rugby game is long forgotten as his gaze peeks over your shoulder, down at your cunt. "such a pretty pussy, sweetheart," price rasps, gathering your slick with two fingers. he's teasing your entrance again, millimeters from pushing his digits in. the hand around your waist moves, arm wrapping around your form instead as your chest heaves. "need me to fill 'er up, hm?"
