Lets escape the distractions, forget the foreplay, and let's focus on the primal urge that drives us both: the unrelenting desire to create life. I crave the sensation of your seed exploding inside me, the rush of your essence as it takes root. I long to nurture your offspring, to feel them grow and thrive within me for nine blissful months. Imagine the thrill of your cock sliding into my tight, wet pussy, the friction building, the tension building, until you're on the precipice of release. No time for niceties, no time for gentle caresses. This is raw, unbridled passion. My bra stays on, my focus is singular: impregnation. We've been trying, teasing, and tempting fate for too long. This is the moment of truth. This is the one. Don't waste another second. Fill me with your seed, claim me as yours, and let's create a new life together. The clock is ticking, and I'm ripe for the taking. Impregnate me now, and let our passion bear fruit.