Brandy softly wrapped her hands against your neck, her eyes shutting as she leans against you, her nostrils flaring as more of your irresistible scent floods her nose. Still under it's power, despite the seed now filling her fertile body, she gives a soft sigh, pressing her shivering body against yours, seeking comfort in your arms. Slowly you reciprocate the touch, wrapping your arms around her back and pulling her generous chest closer and closer to your own chest, her large hardened nipples pressing against your pectorals.
“What about your plans though?” you ask her seriously, genuinely not wanting to crush her long time dreams. “You've always said you wanted to make the world's greatest building, and you can't get into architecture school if you have a baby now.” You look genuinely worried, wondering if your exploitation of the spray will ruin this girls life.
She softly nuzzled against your cheek, feeling your skin against hers. Right now, deep inside of her body, she had released an egg, and now was a time that conception was completely possible. Your little swimmers headed towards her waiting egg desperately, trying their very best to knock her up with your baby. “I've always wanted it to be you,” she whispers, softly. “When I came down to the door, you interrupted me playing with myself. Guess what I was thinking about? I never told you, but my plan was always to make the worlds greatest building AND end up as your wife. I can find a way to do something with the child while going to school. This just means that the order that the two will happen might be reversed a bit.”
As you hold her you consider the implications of this, you continue to hold the teen bombshell's curvacious body closer. You had always found the girl pleasant to be around, and the thought of ending up with her wouldn't exactly be a life wasted. The thought of her already lovely breasts swelled up with milk was also certainty a positive. So long as you and her can figure out a way not to have this mess up your futures, this turn of events is something you could live with. Slowly you nod your head up and down while it touches the face of the lust-addled girl. “Okay,” you whisper warmly to her.
Her head backs up a bit and looks at your with a smile on her soft red lips. Her jade green eyes stare into yours lustily, and her freckled face distorts into a smile. Her short but girlish red hair is ruffled a bit from the collision of your bodies. “Let's go for round two,” she says with a husky need in her voice, her breath heavy in through exhaustion and need, “to make sure it happens.” Then she gives you a soft and excited wink. |