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I got a breeder for my wife(1)
My Husband Hires a Black Breeder) "Push, honey," Reed said. "I can see the head. He's almost here." Reed Madison, was my husband, five feet, eleven inches tall, three inches taller than me if I didn't wear heels, 170 thin, patrician pounds, brown hair, hazel eyes, trim little mustache, but otherwise clean shaven, a hospital gown over his business suit, (at work when my water broke), with a mask and an excited gleam in his eye as I was about to deliver our first child. I say ours, because Reed and I would raise it. But he was not the man who planted that baby in my tummy. That was another man, Joseph, but I'm getting ahead of myself a little. I pushed, panting, my body covered in sweat, my p***y feeling as if I were trying to force a bowling ball out of it. I screamed, my p***y feeling a
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