I don’t know what it is about you but I can’t help but want to carry your baby. The first time we met despite all our occasional texting and sexting over the years.

It was as if no one else was there just you and me and back and forth we flirted up a storm. So much as our words stayed clean as possible we couldn’t help but still think dirty thoughts about each other. You were so willing to take me right there behind the counter to smack my ass and squeeze my tits in your big strong hands.

If we both weren’t at work then I would of let you filled my pussy right there and then walked around the rest of my shift with your cum in my pussy knowing I’m going to have your baby.

I love the sounds of your baby in my belly. You’ve marked me for life by breeding me with your baby. With your big tall muscular frame and arms I can’t help but just melt because of how much of a puddle you make me at no time at all.

You said no one calls you daddy like I do well clearly it’s only meant for me to call you that. Soon enough you’ll be calling me mommy when I’m carrying our baby.

None stop I can’t stop thinking about how big my belly is going to get , how swollen my breasts will be with all that breast milk. How your big arms will wrap around my pregnant body.

We’ve met once so far and look at how much I want to have a baby with you.