“You want the promotion, correct?”
She wasn’t serious…
I swallowed, painfully aware of my erection. “You want me to get you pregnant?”
“Mhm. You give me a baby; I give you your dream.”
She was serious.
“You’re married…”
“You don’t care.”
True.
“You’re hard.”
Also true.
“I want a corner office.”
I stood; she grinned, hiking up her skirt in time for me to repeatedly ram her cunt.
“And that new college intern,” I grunted, imagining myself breeding her young cunt too.
“And?” she moaned–legs trapping me–breasts exposed.
I growled out the list as I bred her cheating cunt.
