They Won't Send Me to Military School if You Breed Me

I always figured I was untouchable, skating through life on my pretty little innocent face and a wink that melted everyone. Trouble? Yeah, I lived for it—skipping school, partying hard, flashing my tight body just to watch guys squirm. But this time, my parents caught on. They're dead set on shipping me off to military school to straighten me out. Fuck that. I found the perfect loophole: they can't send a pregnant girl away. And lucky me, I've got the hottest seed right here—my stepbrother, who's been eye-fucking me for years, his cock twitching every time I bend over in my tiny shorts. I corner him in his room, locking the door with a sly grin. "They won't ship me off if you knock me up," I purr, peeling off my top to let my perky tits bounce free, nipples already hard for him. His eyes bulge, that massive bulge in his pants straining like it's about to burst. He's wanted this forever—dreamed of pinning me down, spreading my slick pussy wide, and pounding me raw. Now's his shot. I drop to my knees, yanking down his zipper to free that thick, veiny monster, throbbing hot in my hands. I stroke it slow, teasing the precum from his tip with my tongue, before climbing onto his lap. "Breed me deep, bro. Fill my tight little womb with your cum and save me from that hellhole. In return, I'll drain these heavy balls every fucking day." He grabs my hips, slams me down onto his cock, stretching me to the limit as I ride him hard, moaning for his seed to take root.