Jamilla had seen Corey out on the club floor and she knew, she just knew, that he was going to father her children. She went out making that fantasy a reality, whether Corey agreed or not. So far she had countered every move he’d made, and she was so tantalizingly close to receiving her reward. When they got back to her place and left a string of clothes leading from her front door to the bedroom, he had asked to use protection, but she’d assured him that there was nothing to worry about, and he hadn’t argued much about that since. When he began to get close, she had kissed him deeply to keep him from verbally objecting to her quickening hips riding his cock. When he’d tried to pull her off, she’d clasped his hands in hers and held them to their sides, now harmless to her machinations. When he’d tried to buck her off with his hips, she’d squealed playfully and ground her pubic bone into his harder, making him groan helplessly. And now, she could feel his cockhead engorging right up against her cervix and his balls tightening as his body prepared to seed her, regardless of his concerns.
Finally, Corey could not hold it in any longer, and began spraying Jamilla’s insides with his white hot cum. She threw her head back, partly in orgasm and partly in triumph. She had done what nature had built her to do.