And her mouth fell open. She shivered, understanding my meaning."I intend to pump you full of my jism, to have you bear me a son." But, but..." My wif... is barren."She shook her head. "I could not. You're crazy, mad!"I laughed.She put down her drink and stood, glared at me and turned to leave. I stepped behind her and tore open her black silk gown and ripped it down to her hips with both hands. She squealed as I used my dirk to cut upward through the strings of her fashionable corset.She spun. “You want to be bred, you have to be my slut!”“I’m your slut!” she moaned, her cunt clamping down on me. “Just breed my pussy. It’s a good cunt. It’s not terrible. It can please you.”“Yes, it can,” I groaned, driving my dick hard into her, my nuts slapping into her taint.She trembled beneath me, staring up at me with this hungry need in her eyes. She clamped her cunt down on my cock, holding me tight as I drove my dick into the succubus’s depths. She groaned beneath me, holding me tight as I. Therefore, I was tickled when he called me the very next day and told me how much he had enjoyed himself, asking me out for the next weekend. We had another nice date, but our third date is when it got exciting. After a little heavy necking on our second date, our third date found us on my sofa necking some more, but this time his hand found my breast. When I didn't object, he fondled it and worked his hand under my dress.. Fondling it over my thin bra, he also stroked the flesh just above the. I didn't pander though. wait, would this plug be considered pandering or not? hmmm... (pondering imponderables)Ok, I am sorry I woke you up. I as one of your readers am enjoying the story, even if your characters do acknowledge that they are in a story, and notice the reader at times. Not to insult you, but couldn't you do something about the punctuation and spelling though?I have a better idea, how about you voluntere damn how do you spell that anyway how about you offer to edit for me?.