I never thought I would catch baby fever after all this time, but something about an empty nest gave it to me in a real bad way. Now that I’m 42, my biological clock is telling me I’m nearly out of time. So I have a problem, now what are we going to do to fix it?

I knew if I was going to get pregnant again, I was going to need some potent, virile sperm. Who has more potent sperm than a well hung black stud? So that’s why I have one coming over. I know you’re going to watch, and that’s exactly what you do. Watch me cure my baby fever.

When he comes over, he wastes no time. I picked the best of the best to breed me. 6’2, bald, muscular brick wall of dark chocolate fills my doorway and immediately gets down to business. I lead him to the bedroom, where you’re sitting there in the corner. The big black stud steps up close to my back and wraps his arms around my waist, resting both of his big hands on my stomach.

“I’m gonna put a baby in you tonight.”

Those words arouse me in a way I can’t explain. It brought out a feral side of me. I began pulling my clothes off, and he did the same. He pulled me tight against him and started kissing me, his hands roaming up and down the curves of my body. But I was having none of that. I’m not here for romance and seduction, I’m here for one thing and one thing only.

In a rush I had him on the bed and I was straddled on top of him. I was hungry with a need. I need a baby inside of me, and this man was going to give it to me no matter what. It didn’t matter if I had to tie him up and use him daily until I got pregnant, it was going to happen one way or another.

I reached down to wrap my hand around his thick cock and rubbed the tip up and down my soaked pussy. The thought of my belly swelling as a baby grew inside of me strangely making me wet with need. Just the idea of being pregnant made my breasts tighten and engorge, as if preparing to produce milk. I know those thoughts were running through your mind too. You want me pregnant almost as much as I do.

Every cell in my body hummed with the need to get pregnant, and part of that may be because I was ovulating. I positioned the fat mushroom head of his cock up against my awaiting hole and slammed down with a gasp. With every inch of his dark meat inside of me, it felt as if he broke through to my womb.

Perfect.

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