I clutched her dense black hair in my fingers and pulled her head back just a little to reveal the tender neck of her throat. The smell of her - pregnant musk, a bit of heat, and something sweeter and a bit more delicate -filled my nostrils and made my dick twitch against my leg.
"Agatha," I said in a purr, my free hand around my hurting cock, which I slowly stroked, causing the veins to pop up and getting me more turned on.
"Why don't you be my good little slut and open that pretty mouth of yours for me?" I used my thumb to trace her lower lip, taking the saliva with the thumb. "I want to feel your throat spasming around my cock as you choke on it like an obedient little breeding slut."
My vision blurred with lust as I stared at Agatha's trembling body. The pregnant curves, the glistening pussy, the way her asshole twitched when she spread herself for me - it all short-circuited my brain.
