Tags: (If your name is crossed out I couldn’t tag you!) And too bad he’s too drunk to remember that she’s married to him.Ī/N: just a cute little fluffy piece about george being too drunk to remember that the hot chick at the bar is his wife! This is a popular trope? Prompt? Whatever you wanna call it but george seems like a messy drunk and i thought this was a cute idea! Summary: George is the drunkest he’s been in a long time and finds the hottest woman he’s ever seen at the bar. You cum one last time while my cock spurts over and over again.Ī few weeks later you posted that you and your husband were having a baby… But we both knew better.Pairing: george x fem!reader, background fred x angelina My cum splashes back against your cervix. I fuck you slow and hard, pushing deep inside. “I’m going to cum…” I say, my moans picking up in intensity as I get closer… closer… Until finally I plunge deep inside to fill you up. It was only for a moment, but you felt empty inside without it. Finally I place you on your back. “I want to see your face when I breed you.” I slide my cock back inside you. We go at this for a while, fucking all over your room in every position. This is what sex is supposed to feel like. I pull on your hair and ask you who’s girl you are. “Yours!” you manage to make out between moans. I rub your belly and you know I’m thinking about the baby I’m going to fill you up with. I slide in without issue, though your pussy hasn’t had a cock quite as big as mine in some time, your husband just doesn’t cut it. I bend you over your bed and command you to take off your dress and panties, and you do so urgently. I tug you to your room, kissing you along the way. The gentleman in me leaves and the animal emerges. I was going to get you pregnant.” You shiver with delight. “Good. I was going to fuck you raw and cum inside like last time. “Are… Are you going to use a condom?” You ask me, nervously. I touch you all over, my hands are so firm on you, so hot… “You’re so wet for me…” I say, sliding my finger down into your panties. “My cock is going to slide in so easily.” We kiss, relieving the tension that we haven’t been able to talk about this whole time. The alcohol helps with your nerves though, and your confidence, and forgetting your husband. I’ve moved halfway across the country and you’ve, well. “Do you want to come over for drinks?” you ask. “Absolutely” I reply. And this weekend your hubby would be out of town. The guy was fine… But no one has ever fucked you as well as I did, that one night a few years back. Married the guy soon after, whilst I went off to college and did things with my life. You got knocked up a few years after college. And we both talked about how much we loved the idea of impregnation.Īpparently you liked it quite a bit more than as just a fantasy. You talked about how rough you like it, and I talked about how I loved pounding girls and pulling their hair and spanking their ass. The conversation was intense for a while, but eventually it turned into talking about our kinks. We talked quite a bit, and I was one of the few guys who seemed to have it together and have a lot of respect for you.īut beyond that, I turned you on. We were only acquaintances, but there was one night that we connected on a deep level, one that you don’t feel like you’ve had for some time. We haven’t talked in some time, since high school. It all started with a simple facebook message. “Hey, I’m gonna be in town this weekend.
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