You'd just appear out of nowhere into my life one day. You'd clumsily fall onto my body in the subway, seemingly at random. After you apologize to me, we'd chat for a bit when you'd suddenly decide to invite me to your home.

I'd initially wonder whether you are someone crazy and I'd be worried about things like getting kidnapped or even murdered. Eventually, though, I'd muster up enough courage to go over to your place. You'd welcome me with a smile at the door and immediately grab my hand, starting to kiss me deeply and passionately, shoving your tongue into my mouth. After we spend a while like that, you'd break off the kiss and start leading me towards your bedroom.

When we arrive there, you'd close the door and lock it. Then you'd start stripping the clothes off me and yourself, one after another. Soon enough, both of us would be bare naked and I'd be lying on your bed. You'd be dripping wet down there, so you'd immediately straddle me and start rubbing your pussy against my hardening shaft. Once it is rock-hard, you'd waste no time and you'd directly grab it and guide its tip towards your slit. You'd start descending onto my length until your lips are firmly secured against the base. And then you'd start moving up and down, slowly intensifying the pace. You'd grab my hand and squeeze it while you ride me passionately.

My balls would be full and swollen since I wouldn't have emptied them in a few days. That's why they would start aching for release very soon. It seems that you'd already know that since you'd grab them and start fondling them in your hand while smiling mischievously at me. I'd suddenly feel them start to pulsate while my shaft is throbbing intensely inside you. The time would come for me to give my potent seed to you, spraying thick ropes of it directly onto your waiting cervix. Your cunt would start squeezing violently around me, milking out every single drop deep into your fertile womb.

And your body would definitely be ready to breed. You'd tell me that you aren't on birth control and that it is your most fertile day. You'd also tell me that you won't be getting a plan B pill and that I'm going to stay in your bedroom until we conceive a child. You'd keep me locked there for a while, bringing me food and mounting me every morning and evening until you force my precious semen into your womb. You'd do that on schedule, without missing any single appointment.

Then one day, during your daily insemination ritual, I'd suddenly feel a metallic tinge on my finger at the very moment that I start erupting inside you. When we both calm down, I'd look at my hand, only to see what looks like an engagement ring shining on it. I'd look at your face confusedly, only to see that you're smiling widely again. Then you'd open your drawer and produce a pregnancy test out of it. Naturally, after all of the unprotected sex we'd have had, it would be positive. Your smile would widen even more as you announce that our wedding is already arranged and that it is going to be in three days.