You were made to be bred. It is your first and most important purpose in this life. Before society filled your head with aspirations or thoughts of your own and fucked you up thinking sex had to be all these ‘other’ things, your cunt and brain were in harmony. You were made to be bred. Fucking is amazing anytime, but that week you’re fertile you’re a stupid whore. Cock makes your panties sticky when you peel them off. Condoms are considered but abandoned. That’s a good girl. That deep red swollen head, leaking precum, curved shaft perfectly formed to slide as deep into you as possible. A good man teases you, rubbing his precum up and down your slit until you abandon the last shreds of your pathetic dignity, reach down and stuff him inside you. A good man knows to edge you, or let you cum a few times if you’re multi-orgasmic. All the better to loosen up your cervix when he shoots all those millions of swimmers into you. A good man either fucks you from behind like a bitch in heat, or kneels between your legs pushing your legs back to attain maximum depth. A good girl loses herself in the primal’ness of it all and pumps her hips back in time, begs for his cum, his seed. Flashes behind her eyes of her little egg being overwhelmed by virile cum. Baby bumps. Veiny swollen breasts and dark nipples dripping milk. A good girl cums as he cums, cunt gripping and spasming and milking every sticky drop into her, wraps her legs around him and holds him in (as if he was ever going to pull out). No. A good man’s cock stays hard and plugs his seed in there to finish the job.