Surrogate

I signed the fifty-three-page contract expecting a clinical transaction... my body for their money, nothing more. Then Elizabeth Watson's ice-blue gaze pinned me in place and her husband Julian stepped from the shadows, and every boundary dissolved. Her commands. His relentless touch. Their eyes devouring me as I surrendered completely on black silk, in moonlit water, across her office desk. What began as a surrogate arrangement became raw obsession. Now, heavy with their child, I'm theirs in every way, claimed, filled, owned. The deeper I fall, the clearer it becomes: this was never just about the baby. I was never walking away. Fully explicit FFM threesome billionaire breeding and lactation play erotica from the female point of view.