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Oh, the torture. I moan loudly. "Because I love you, I want you, I want to have your children, please baby. . ."
 
I smile. "And," I say leaning down and nibbling your ear, still rubbing against you, "you want to be my own little slut, baby?" I ask before kissing you. "Tell me," I say "and I will put my cock deep in you little girl."
 
I nod furiously, just wanting you to fuck me already. "Yes, baby, I'm your own little slut," I whisper, almost wincing as the words came out, but I didn't mind if I was saying them to you.
 
I moan loudly as you slide into me, thankful that you were doing so. "Oh, thank you baby!" I gasp, my hands instantly gripping your upper arms in pleasure.
 
I start fucking you in a steady rhythm, making sure to bottom out inside you with each thrust. "How's that feel, sexy girl?"
 
I moan loudly and squirm, loving the rhythm and the steadiness of it. "Really good baby. . . Really good," I moan.
 
I begin giving you three hard, firm thrusts, then two slow ones. "Mmm, baby I am going to fill you up so much," I say, gripping your hips as I use your body to stroke my cock.
 
I start thrusting fast, watching your body take me, watching you near your own orgasm. "I want you to cum all over my cock, baby."
 
I reach forward and pinch your nipples, still fucking my baby in a spot that makes her respond like no other, hitting it over and over. "That's it," I say. "Good little girl."
 
I gasp then cry out as my orgasm washes over me, my body shaking and shivering, my nails digging into your arms.
 
I feel your nails and erupt, gushing into you, filling you up more than usual as I explode with a growl. The perfect combination of pleasure and pain as I look down on you, beautiful lying there, my cock still buried in you deep. "Baby, I LOVE fucking you. I can't tell you how much I do," I say, ever rubbing on your tummy.
 
I reach my arms behind your back and hoist you so that you are now straddling me, so that I can kiss you. We sit there a few moments, just making out. "I love you, sweetheart."
 
"And I love you, sweetie," I say, enjoying the make out session. I smile at you happily. "You've worn me out this time," I tease.
 
"Mmm," I smile. "I have to be careful," I say as I swat your ass. "I need to get you back to 100%," I say with a naughty, mischievous grin.
 
I giggle and return your mischievous and naughty grin. "I know baby. I know." I lay down next to you, exhausted already. "Mmmm. . . endorphins." I moan, giggling.
 
I rub on your stomach. "Feel good?" I ask, kissing your neck. I see you smile and know the answer. You roll over to rest and I go grab something to eat, filling all my caveman needs in a row. I come back and hit you with a thought. "What about country and western night at the bar? Something like that. You can be a miniature Taylor Swift. Or maybe superhero night? I can be Thor."
 
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