Hi GWA,

This is maybe the hottest thing I’ve ever recorded, and I’m excited to share it with you. You’re totally the feral one, though. Not me. I’d obviously never lose my shit fantasizing about a breeding kink until my neighbors heard me recording from outside. Why ever would you think that?

Listen Here!

Synopsis: Feral housewives come in several varieties, from forest-dwelling witches to the soccer mom with a weaponized Stanley cup. But you're the kind with baby fever, whose hobbies include travel, marrying a CEO, and leaving trails of destruction and dirty laundry (mostly lingerie) across large parts of the globe and several public beaches. Unfortunately, you're still ovulating after your honeymoon, and your husband's new product launch threatens to interrupt your domestic bliss. Fortunately, you have a solution that involves the new product in question - the experimental fertility miracle-pills that he left on the kitchen counter.

Additional tags: [WET noises] [Aftercare] [Possessive] [Moans] [Whispers] [ASMR] [Blowjob] [L-bombs] [Romantic] [Spanks] [Possessive] [Office sex] [Public] [Dirty talk] like absolute FILTH.

Listener referred to as: good girl, babe, baby, my love, sweetie, slut, breedslut, and variations thereof.

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Excerpt:

How exactly did you imagine this would go? You tease me all day, but I just let it go and fall over myself to give you exactly what you wanted in the first place at the sight of your pussy? I lose control, hit that magic button that turns the glass frosted, and we see if you can hold the moans in while I fuck you against the wall?

No, really. I want to hear your plan to get from walking in dressed like a slut, to walking out past five-hundred employees with my cum dripping down your thighs.

Oh, I’ve got it all wrong, do I? Right… you just didn’t have any underwear because you forgot to do laundry.

Uh-huh. And that dress and those heels were all you had to wear. And between the manicure, your hairdresser, and the makeup, there just wasn’t any time.

It all makes perfect sense now. You must have gotten every piece of lingerie you own dirty during those photoshoots.

No, my love. I think you’re forgetting which one of us is the feral slut in the relationship. And if you’re going to act like a slut, I’m going to treat you like one.

So get on your knees.

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As always, I greatly appreciate your comments and would love to hear what you thought! Thank you so much for listening!

-PJT

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