Day 8: Breeding Kink/Squirting Strap-On/Explicit Photo

Day 8: Breeding Kink/Squirting Strap-On/Explicit Photo

JJ leaned against the headboard as she watched Emily across the room, adjusting the harness of the strap-on with practiced ease. The tension between them had been building for hours, ever since they had returned from dinner and read a bedtime story to Henry and Michael over Facetime.

Throughout there was an intensity to Emily's gaze, a barely controlled need. When Emily had pulled the strap-on out of her bag, JJ had raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

"I didn't know you packed that," JJ had teased, her voice low and filled with heat. But even as the words left her mouth, she knew exactly what kind of toy Emily had brought—what it represented, what it meant for them.

It wasn't just any strap-on. JJ had seen it before in the box Emily kept in the back of her closet, the one she didn't bring out often. This was the one with the squirting feature, the one designed to mimic the sensation of being filled with something more than just pleasure. And JJ knew exactly what that meant. Emily wanted to fill her, to breed her in a way that was primal and intimate, to create something that could never exist between them physically—a child, born from their love, that belonged only to the two of them.

JJ had known for a while that Emily wanted another child. It wasn't something they talked about directly—Emily was careful with her words, never wanting to push JJ into anything, never wanting to intrude on her life with ex-husband Will and the boys. But JJ had seen it in the way Emily looked at her, in the way her eyes softened when she held Henry or Michael, in the longing that flickered across her face when she talked about family. Emily wanted a child with her—one that was only theirs, one that wouldn't have Will as a parent, one that was a piece of both of them.

And now, as Emily adjusted the harness, her fingers moving with precision, JJ felt the weight of that unspoken desire pressing down on her. This wasn't just about sex. This was about something deeper—about Emily wanting to claim her, to make her hers in a way that transcended the physical, to create a fantasy where they could have a child that looked like both of them.

JJ's breath hitched as she watched Emily climb onto the bed, the strap-on gleaming in the dim light, the weight of the moment settling heavily between them. She could feel the intensity radiating off Emily, the quiet hunger that had been building for weeks, months, maybe even years. This was what Emily wanted—to fill her, to pretend, even just for a little while, that they could create something more than the life they already had.

"You know what this is, don't you?" Emily asked, her voice low, rough with desire, as she positioned herself between JJ's legs.

JJ's heart raced, her breath coming in shallow bursts as she nodded, her body trembling with anticipation. "You want to breed me," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "You want to fill me with your seed."

Emily's eyes darkened at JJ's words, her grip on JJ's hips tightening as she let out a low, primal growl. "That's exactly what I want," Emily whispered, her voice rough with desire. "I want to fill you until you're dripping with me… until you can't take anymore."

The raw heat in Emily's words sent a jolt of arousal straight to JJ's core, her body already aching for more. The reality of the situation faded away, and all that remained was the fantasy—the need, the overwhelming desire for Emily to claim her, to mark her as hers.

Emily positioned herself again at JJ's entrance, the head of the strap-on slick with JJ's arousal as she teased her, pressing the toy against her wet folds but not giving her the satisfaction of being filled just yet. JJ whimpered, her hips shifting in desperation as her body cried out for more.

"Please, Emily," JJ begged, her voice trembling with need. "I need you to fuck me… I need you to fill me up."

Emily grinned, the sound of JJ begging for her making her pulse race with excitement. "You're going to take all of me," Emily growled, her voice full of command as she finally pushed forward, the strap-on sliding deep inside JJ with a hard, deliberate thrust.

JJ's head fell back, her mouth open in a silent moan as the toy filled her completely, the stretch of it sending a shockwave of pleasure through her body. Emily didn't give her time to adjust; she set a brutal rhythm from the start, her hips slamming against JJ's with each thrust, the force of it making JJ's body jerk with every movement.

"God, you're so tight," Emily groaned, her breath ragged as she drove the strap-on deeper, each thrust harder than the last. "You're taking me so well, JJ. Look at how wet you are for me."

JJ moaned loudly, her hands gripping the sheets as her body rocked with every thrust. The sensation of the toy inside her—thick and unyielding—was overwhelming, the fullness of it pressing against every sensitive spot inside her. Each time Emily pulled back, JJ's body clenched around the toy, desperate to keep her inside, desperate for more.

"Emily…" JJ gasped, her voice broken as her hips bucked up to meet Emily's. "It feels so good… so deep…"

Emily leaned down, her breath hot against JJ's ear as she growled softly, her fingers digging into JJ's hips. "You want more, don't you?" Emily whispered, her voice low and dangerous. "You want me to fill you so full you can't even think."

JJ's breath hitched, her body trembling violently as the dirty talk sent a fresh wave of heat rushing through her. "Yes," she moaned, her voice barely audible. "I want all of you… I want you to fill me until I'm swollen with it."

Emily's pace quickened, her thrusts hard and fast now, the strap-on driving deeper inside JJ with each movement. The wet sounds of their bodies moving together filled the room, JJ's slick arousal coating the toy as Emily fucked her hard and fast, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

"God, JJ, you're so wet for me," Emily groaned, her voice thick with desire as she watched the way JJ's body took the strap-on, the toy disappearing inside her with every thrust. "You love this, don't you? You love being filled by me."

JJ moaned loudly, her body shaking as the pleasure built inside her, the sensation of being stretched and filled so completely driving her wild. The toy was thick, unrelenting, and each time Emily thrust into her, it sent shockwaves of pleasure radiating through her core.

"Yes," JJ gasped, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts. "I love it… I love how you fuck me… how full I feel."

Emily growled low in her throat, the sound reverberating through the room as her hips slammed forward, driving the strap-on deep inside JJ. The force of the thrust made JJ's body jerk against the mattress, her hands gripping the sheets tightly as she moaned, her voice filled with a raw, desperate need.

"You take me so well," Emily groaned, her voice thick with desire as she looked down at the way JJ's body moved with every thrust, the toy disappearing inside her wet, slick heat. "So tight… so perfect for me."

JJ's body trembled, her breath coming in shallow bursts as she felt Emily's words wash over her, the dirty talk only intensifying the pleasure that was already building inside her. She could feel the fullness of the strap-on, thick and unyielding as it stretched her in ways that made her whole body ache with need.

"Emily…" JJ moaned, her hips moving instinctively, meeting Emily's thrusts with desperate urgency. "I'm so close… I can't…"

Emily's eyes darkened with lust, her hands gripping JJ's hips even tighter as she thrust harder, her pace unrelenting. Each movement was precise, calculated to drive JJ closer and closer to the edge, to push her into a place where she could no longer hold on.

"Come for me," Emily growled, her voice filled with command as she leaned down, her breath hot against JJ's ear. "I want to feel you come around my cock. I want you to let go."

JJ's breath hitched, her body shaking as Emily's words sent a jolt of heat straight to her core. The sensation of being filled—completely claimed by Emily—was overwhelming, and the tension inside her coiled tighter with every thrust, every word, until she felt like she was going to break.

"You love this, don't you?" Emily continued, her voice low and rough as she thrust deeper, the sound of their bodies moving together filling the room. "You love being fucked like this, being so full you can't even think."

"Yes!" JJ cried out, her voice trembling with need as her body arched off the bed. "I love it… I love being yours."

Emily's pace quickened, the strap-on driving harder into JJ with each thrust, the force of it making her moan louder, her body shaking with the intensity of the pleasure. The pressure of the toy inside her, combined with the relentless rhythm of Emily's hips, was sending her spiraling toward release, the tension inside her ready to snap.

"I'm going to breed you. You're going to be pregnant with my baby," Emily growled, her voice thick with command as she thrust harder, deeper, her fingers working JJ's clit with precision. "I want to hear you scream my name."

JJ's body tensed, trembling beneath Emily's relentless pace. Her breath came in desperate, ragged gasps as the pressure built inside her, the sensation of being filled driving her wild. The fantasy Emily was spinning around her—the possessive, primal need to fill her, to breed her—was overwhelming, pushing her closer to the edge with every word, every thrust.

JJ's moans became louder, more frantic as Emily's hips slammed against hers, the thick strap-on driving deeper into her with each movement. The fullness was almost unbearable, the stretch making her feel like Emily was claiming her in the most intimate way possible. Her mind spun with the dirty, possessive words spilling from Emily's lips, the promise of being filled, of being made hers.

"Emily… please…" JJ gasped, her voice trembling as she clung to the sheets, her body shaking with the intensity of the moment. "I'm so close… I can't…"

Emily's grip on JJ's hips tightened, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts as she thrust harder, her pace brutal. "I'm going to fill you," Emily growled, her voice thick with desire. "I'm going to make you mine… fill you until you're swollen with my come."

JJ's heart raced, her breath catching in her throat as Emily's words sent a fresh wave of heat crashing through her. The idea of being bred, of being filled so completely, was too much. She could feel the orgasm building, the tension inside her coiling tighter and tighter until she thought she might break.

"Come for me, JJ," Emily whispered, her voice full of command as her fingers worked JJ's clit with deliberate precision. "I want you to come while I fill you. I want to feel you fall apart around my cock."

JJ's body seized, her breath catching in her throat as she teetered on the edge of release, her body trembling with the need for release. And then, with one final, deep thrust, Emily pressed the button on the strap-on, and JJ felt the warm, wet sensation of synthetic come flooding inside her.

The sudden warmth, the feeling of being filled completely, sent JJ spiraling over the edge. She cried out, her body convulsing as the orgasm ripped through her, her muscles clenching around the strap-on as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her. Her voice broke as she screamed Emily's name, her breath coming in short, desperate bursts as the release consumed her.

Emily didn't stop. She kept thrusting, the warm liquid from the squirting strap-on flooding JJ's body as she fucked her through the orgasm, her fingers still working JJ's clit, drawing out every last bit of pleasure from her trembling body.

JJ's moans filled the room, her body shaking violently as the intensity of the orgasm overwhelmed her senses. The sensation of being filled—of being bred in this primal, possessive way—was too much. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, her body trembling uncontrollably as the pleasure washed over her.

When the last of the orgasm finally ebbed away, JJ collapsed onto the bed, her body limp and spent, her breath uneven as she tried to catch her breath. Emily slowly pulled out, the strap-on sliding from JJ's soaked, dripping entrance, leaving her feeling utterly claimed, completely filled.

Emily leaned back slightly, her eyes drawn to the sight of JJ's body—her swollen, red, and slick entrance still dripping from the synthetic come. The combination of arousal and the marks left by Emily's rough thrusts made JJ look completely wrecked, and Emily couldn't tear her gaze away.

"God, JJ," Emily murmured, her voice low and full of admiration. "You look so pretty like this. Completely wrecked by my cock. Red, swollen… dripping. I wish I could take a picture of how perfect you look right now."

JJ's breath hitched at Emily's words, her body still tingling from the aftermath of her orgasm. She lifted her head slightly, her eyes meeting Emily's, a mischievous glint flashing in her blue eyes. "Then why don't you?" JJ whispered, her voice teasing, though filled with raw desire.

Emily blinked, her mouth opening as if to respond, but she was momentarily speechless, taken aback by JJ's bold suggestion. "What?" Emily asked, her voice faltering just slightly.

JJ's lips curled into a small, playful smile as she shifted slightly on the bed, turning her head to look back at Emily. "You could, you know…" JJ said softly, her voice still a little breathless but filled with intent. "If it was a close-up… something just for us."

Emily's heart skipped a beat, her breath catching as the idea settled in her mind. JJ was giving her permission—a tantalizing invitation to capture this intimate moment between them. The thought of it made Emily's pulse race, the possessive part of her wanting nothing more than to have that image, something that belonged only to them, something she could look at and remember how thoroughly she had claimed JJ.

"Are you serious?" Emily asked, her voice low but laced with excitement, her eyes searching JJ's for any sign of hesitation.

JJ nodded, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of post-orgasm bliss and a little bit of shyness. But the glint in her eyes remained steady, her voice soft and sure. "Yes… just for us. I trust you."

Emily's heart swelled at the trust JJ was placing in her, and her hands moved slowly to grab her phone from the bedside table. She felt a rush of heat as she unlocked it, glancing back at JJ to make sure one more time. JJ's body was still sprawled out, her legs slightly parted, her entrance still glistening and swollen with evidence of what they had just shared.

Emily positioned herself at the foot of the bed, the strap-on still hanging loosely around her hips as she knelt between JJ's legs. She admired the sight again, the way JJ's body looked so thoroughly claimed, and she couldn't resist running her fingers lightly along JJ's inner thigh, brushing against her sensitive folds.

JJ shivered under Emily's touch, her breath hitching at the sensation, her body still sensitive from the orgasm. "Do it," JJ whispered, her voice low, her eyes half-lidded with a mixture of desire and trust. "Take the picture."

Emily swallowed hard, the intimacy of the moment washing over her as she lifted her phone. She adjusted the angle, making sure it captured every detail—the redness, the slick wetness, the evidence of her dominance—and snapped the photo.

The soft click of the camera sounded louder than it should have, the intimacy of the moment heightened by the fact that this was something private, something shared only between them. Emily looked at the image, her breath catching at how beautiful, how utterly perfect JJ looked in the aftermath of their shared passion.

"God, you're beautiful," Emily murmured, her voice thick with emotion as she set the phone down, her eyes never leaving JJ's body. "I'm so glad you let me do that."

JJ smiled softly, her body relaxing as she let out a contented sigh. "I trust you," she repeated, her voice full of love. "I know it's just for us… and I like knowing you'll have something to remember this by."

Emily leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to JJ's thigh before moving up to capture her lips in a slow, tender kiss. "I'll never forget this," Emily whispered against JJ's lips, her hands gently stroking her back as they melted into each other's embrace.