“You want the promotion, correct?”

She wasn't serious...

I swallowed, painfully aware of my erection. “You want me to get you pregnant?”

“Mhm. You give me a baby; I give you your dream.”

She was serious.

“You’re married…”

“You don’t care.”

True.

“You’re hard.”

Also true.

“I want a corner office.”

I stood; she grinned, hiking up her skirt in time for me to repeatedly ram her cunt.

“And that new college intern,” I grunted, imagining myself breeding her young cunt too.

“And?” she moaned–legs trapping me–breasts exposed.

I growled out the list as I bred her cheating cunt.