I am tending to our garden when you step up behind me. Even outside I can smell your scent and feel the heat of you against my back. My big strong alpha.

In an instant, I feel your huge man hands cup both of my double D’s. The material of my dress scrunches up around my chest. Immediately, I blush and then close my eyes. Our garden is private, with tall trees that line each side, but I can’t help but think about the neighbours who might see if they looked into our yard right now.

A sigh leaves my chest as you take the weight of both heavy breasts through the fabric of my summer dress. You fondle and squeeze hard. I press my lips together to try to suppress my pleasure outside, but I can’t help it. I let out a quiet little moan as my nipples automatically push out towards your fingers. My body always seeks out the relief you give.

“Let me see this breeder's body…”

You use both hands to quickly pull down the front of my dress. Both of my tits spill out as you expose them. The sun instantly hot on my chest as the fabric pools onto the ground. My entire body is now naked and exposed, except for some black cotton panties. I whine softly then lift my head. I tilt it back to rest on your chest. Proudly on display for you.

“Such big, soft, warm tits…”

I sink against you as you scoop up both and push them together. I glance down. My cleavage looks obscene and my tits look swollen. You use your thumb and forefinger to pinch and then pull out on my tender nipples. You squeeze my deep pink teats almost painfully. Every inch of my pussy clenches.

“Perfect for feeding my babies.”

The sensation makes me breathless. You continue to tug at my nipples as I gasp. A hot flush spread up my neck and into my cheeks. I love the way you inspect how my body was made to be bred.

“I’m going to keep you pregnant and these full of milk…yes?”

I whine, yes, God yes, desperately, as you tightly squeeze both tits at the same time. The pleasure-pain sears deep into my chest as I imagine you milking my swollen tits. I can’t hold back my whimpers as you continue to objectify my fertile body. You roll each of my breasts on your palm and then hold each one up as though weighing them.

“Fuck. Your body was made for breeding and birthing…”

You press yourself to the back of me. Sealing us together. I feel deep groans vibrate through your chest and into my back. I shiver as your hands roam all over the body which belongs to you. Manhandling. Squeezing. Fondling. My heart thumps in my chest with apprehension.

Can our neighbours see you groping my body like this?

You slide one hand down onto my hip leaving a trail of goose bumps to form over my skin. Strong fingers swirl over the curve then I feel them dig in. The sensation makes me gasp and bite my bottom lip. You lean over me to make sure I feel the growl in your voice.

“Child…bearing…hips.”

With each word, you tap my skin and gently push your bulge against me. I look up and whimper out. So helpless and needy. My body is screaming out to make your babies. I can feel your deep breaths against my cheek. Your grip slides forward, your palm now rests on my soft little belly. Tenderly your hand circles over my belly button.

“Whose womb is this?”

I pout and whimper. All my body craves is to be pregnant with your child. To carry your genes. To birth your healthy young.

“Yours. It’s yours.”

You gently press a kiss to my cheek. Your hot breath against my ear makes me shudder. I whine again, so needily, as your stubble grazes my neck.

“Good girl. That’s right. My womb to put a baby in….”

I cry out then arch. I push my hips back against you, my silky pussy clenches with the urge to grind. You moan as my bum makes contact with your hard-on.

“You’ll grow all of my babies, yes?”

I nod. Quickly and eagerly. If I wasn’t already ovulating, then you’d make me release an egg right now. My voice is shaky, barely above a whisper when I reply.

“I need you to make me a Mommy.”

I can feel the creaminess of my ovulation soak my panties at my confession. The material now all bunched up between my folds. My clit throbs with arousal which makes me hump my hips in frustration. I squeeze my eyes shut and beg.

“Please. I need your load to flood my cervix.”

Your hand slides up my chest and your fingers open around my throat. Gently, you cup my chin and brush your lips against my cheek. I whimper at how you hold me so safely in position. Head up. Tits out. Your voice is low and gravelly as you rasp in my ear.

“I’m going to fuck a baby in you.”