A sob broke from my lips, and another spray confirmed his prophetic words. Its warmth went everywhere -- my stomach, my hands, even the bedsheets - thanks to those glimmering rings ruining my nipples. He had told me that wives get rings on their fingers, but breeding mares get them through their tits. I bit my lip and squeezed my eyes closed, the warm tears streaking down my cheeks as more of my cream squirted from my tits.

"Noooo! I don't want your baby!" I wailed on the screen the moment his cock popped out of my mouth. But Nathan didn't stop. He dragged that slimy, saliva-dripping cock down my...