ready to breed me

You find yourself locked onto an Indian beauty who makes the invitation in that title feel like a command you have no desire to refuse.

You take in every curve, the warm brown skin catching light like it was made to be touched, and your hands already know exactly where they want to land first.

You feel the pull low in your gut, that specific hunger that bypasses thought entirely, and you understand without question that what you're looking at was built for exactly this kind of wanting.