When career woman Vera and her impotent husband Bert can't conceive, she starts looking into alternate insemination methods. In this case, Vera's "alternate insemination method" is eight well-hung studs who are bound and determined to knock her up!
She comes in through the side door, shedding her coat and her high heels in the kitchen, and she pads upstairs to the bedroom in her ripped thigh-high tights.
The bedside lamp is on. He’s sitting under the covers, reading from a spy novel, when she enters the room. His eyes search her body as she unbuttons her silk blouse and steps out of her gray wool skirt.
Her matching red silk bra and underwear are ruined. One of the straps has been ripped from the cup, and her panties are stained in half a dozen places. She deposits them by the side of the bed and crawls underneath the covers.
“I did it, baby,” she coos.
“You did?” he whispers. He runs one arm around her waist, and strokes her long hair, still sticky with sweat. “How many loads did you take?”
“So many I lost count,” she says breathlessly. She yawns and stretches, raising her arms high above her head, exposing the slight bruises on her breasts. “I’m coming home with a belly full of other men’s squirts.”
He reaches between her legs and grasps her sore c**t. “So you are, you little whore,” he growls, pleased. “They bred you good, didn’t they?”
“Mmm-hmm,” she coos. She takes his hand and moves it to her breasts, still full and heavy from sex. “Pretty soon I’m going to start getting big. My t*****s are going to swell up with milk. And it’s all for you, baby.”
In the dark, they both smile.