Are you a needy, submissive, cum-guzzling, cock-hungry little sluts with BABY FEVER that I can breed.

Well, you've come to the right place, then. You see, I am a dominant, aggressive, kinky, dirty, name-calling, depraved, Bull with a bitchbreaker betweean my legs - who loves nothing more than to find a good little whore and turn her into a baby factory.

Imagine you're that kind of woman – the type that craves the feel of a man’s strong arms around you, his rough hands on your body, his deep voice in your ear telling you what a dirty slut you are. You can't help it; you need to be used, bred like an animal. And I am just the beast to do it.

I'd find you at a bar – or maybe a club, where the music is loud and the lighting is low. I'd see you first, your eyes reflecting the neon glow as you look around nervously for someone, anyone, to take control of you. And when our gazes meet, it’s electric. You know what I am, and I can see in your dilated pupils that you want it – all of it.

I'd make my way over, my boots thudding on the floor, a sound that echoes through the room like a promise of things to come. As I approach, you start to squirm where you stand, unable to help yourself but to grind your pussy against the bar stool in anticipation.

"Looking for a good time?" I'd ask, my voice low and filled with danger – the kind that excites you more than scares you.

You'd nod, mute, as I leaned in close, breathing in your ear, "I bet you are, little slut. You want to be bred, don't you? Filled up with my cum until it runs down your legs and you can't walk straight."

The thought of it would make you blush, but also wetter than you already were. I could see the glint in your eye as you replied, "Yes, please – breed me, daddy!"

And that’s when I'd take charge. Pulling you up by the arm, I'd lead you out of the club, ignoring the stares and cat calls from other men who wish they could have what I'm about to claim as my own. We'd get into my car – a big, black monster that matches my personality perfectly – and I’d drive us back to my place.

Once we were inside, I'd throw you down on the bed, your body bouncing with the impact. Before you could even catch your breath, I'd be on top of you, ripping off your clothes until you were as exposed as a raw nerve. "Please, daddy," you'd whimper, "I need it."

And I’d give it to you. Starting with slow, deep kisses that would make you moan, I'd work my way down your body, teasing each nipple until they were as hard as pebbles, then dipping lower to taste the juices that had been flowing from you since our first encounter.

"Fuck, you're sweet," I’d say, lapping at your pussy like it was the last water hole in a desert. "And all mine."

As you squirmed beneath me, I'd play with your clit, making you gasp and arch your back as an orgasm built within you. But just before you could reach that sweet peak, I’d stop, smirking down at you as you panted in need.

"Not yet," I'd chuckle, "I want to see how much of a slut you can be."

Then, without any more foreplay, I'd position my cock at your entrance – it’s so large that you could only take the tip at first, making you whine in protest. But as I pushed further in, you would stretch to accommodate me, crying out as I filled you up like no one ever had before.

"That's it," I'd grunt, "take all of daddy's cock."

And take it you would, my relentless thrust making you see stars as I pumped in and out of your pussy with the force of a jackhammer. Each time I bottomed out inside you, you’d scream – whether from pleasure or pain, I could never tell, but I knew you loved every second of it.

As my pace quickened, so did your breathing, until you were gasping for air like a fish on land. "Cumming," I'd growl, "I'm going to fill this tight little pussy with my cum and make you carry my baby."

The thought of it would set you off, an orgasm ripping through you that was so intense you could see the light at the end of the tunnel. And as you clenched around me, I’d reach my own climax, spurting what felt like gallons of cum deep inside your fertile womb.

Panting, we'd collapse together, a sweaty tangle of limbs and satisfaction. But that wouldn't be the end – not by a long shot. You see, I don't just breed sluts; I turn them into addicts for my cum. So, after a short recovery period, I’d start all over again, making you take it from behind this time, with your face pushed into the pillows to stifle your cries of ecstasy.

Over and over, I'd use you until you could hardly walk, my cum leaking out of you as a constant reminder that you were now nothing but a breeding machine for me. And when I finally let you rest, it would be with the promise that this was just the beginning – that every day from then on, you’d get what you needed: to be used, bred like an animal by your alpha brute of a man.

So, are you looking for someone to fulfill your baby fever dreams? To treat you like the cum-guzzling, cock-hungry slut that you are? Look no further, my dear – I'm right here, ready to make you mine and fill you up until you can't take anymore. And trust me, you won't want me to stop.