They introduced me to other families of their church, other virgins that needed to be bred. Her tongue fluttered out, gathering some of the spunk leaking out of the corners of her lips. XXX I’ll breed her.”
“Amen,” breathed Jackson. I smelled the virgin’s tart musk. I squeezed and kneaded her little handfuls, my futa-dick throbbing as I sucked and nibbled and loved her nub. “We’re back with President Becky Woodward,” Adelia said, her voice smooth. “You’re the new Eve, Becky. I knew I would have fun tonight. I’m sure you remember your first time.”
Deb swallowed. “It was amazin’!”
“And… “It would probably be best if you were there. “I’m going to breed your daughter,” I told him. “Praise the Lord!” the mother howled, her eyes dazed.
