assorted-captions: Anya stood on her back porch and watched the sun rise over the Colorado plains. I
assorted-captions: Anya stood on her back porch and watched the sun rise over the Colorado plains. It was already warm out, and she enjoyed the light breeze drifting over the scrub brush and through her long, curly hair.A year ago, if you had told her that this was where she would be — married, heavily pregnant, on a ranch miles from anywhere — well, the young, independent, aggressive New Yorker she had been would have laughed in your face. She was going to be a high-powered lawyer, obviously, and have plenty of friends and a few lovers, but married? and pregnant? You have got to be kidding. She was single, sexy, and loving it.Then she met the Cowboy at a party. That’s how she spoke about him with her old friends, anyway. The Cowboy. In reality, he was old, old money, a huge amount of old money, all socked away in vast amounts of mineral rights and ranch holdings and farmland in the west. The man himself, though, was young, and energetic, and a real stud, which she discovered when he easily talked his way from simply meeting her at just another party to right into her bed not twenty-four hours later.“It’s simple,” he said, as they lay there in the afterglow, his incredible tool already stiffening again as he watched her move alongside him. “I wanted you, and now I have you.”And he did. From that moment on, she had no other desires but to please him. She moved into his penthouse, she started growing her hair out, she stepped down from her internship at the second-largest law firm in the city, and, most importantly, she threw out her birth control pills. The Cowboy wanted kids, and Anya was now eager to oblige.After a month of feeling his massive penis coat her womb with what seemed like gallons of sperm every night, Anya was delighted when her already sizeable breasts began to grow tender and swollen and her previously-taut midsection started to grow pudgy around the middle. And she grew surprisingly fast, showing off her swelling baby bump with tight dresses and sweaters, driving the Cowboy wild with desire when she walked into the kitchen wearing nothing but a tiny black cocktail dress. He would grab her and take her right there, thrusting into her and promising to keep her “knocked up forever”.They had flown out to the ranch a week ago, to get away from the stress of the city and relax a little. She joined her hands beneath her swollen form. “First time lucky,” she whispered to the prairie. “Twins.” Her full, firm breasts ached with milk for the growing pair inside her.The Cowboy stepped onto the porch behind her, his nude body hard in the early sunlight. He walked up behind her and ran his hands along her torso. “Good morning, beautiful. Watching the sun come up?”“And thinking about you.”“Me?” He faked surprise so well, she thought. He knew she was always thinking about him.“Well, you… and your dick,” she said, grinning lustily at him.“Well, that’s just about the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard,” he said, said appendage growing stiff under her hungry gaze. “Want to put your mouth where your mind is?”They missed the rest of the sunrise, and most of the morning, to boot. The stuff that dreams are made of. -- source link
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