Breeding My Rolling Asian CEO

This story features WMAF raceplay, drug use, rough sex, reluctantly giving in to cheating, a breeding kink, and the experience of falling in love with while rolling on MDMA. If these aren't your thing, don't say I didn't warn you.

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The glass elevator shot upward like a bullet through Seedforce Tower's steel shaft, its transparent walls offering a dizzying view of the bay as it rocketed toward the 69th floor.

Jake leaned against the rail, his reflection smirking back at him. He was a stud and he knew it. Six foot four inches of blonde-haired, sun-kissed, chiseled muscle stuffed into a five thousand dollar tailored Armani suit. Women's pussies gushed wet heat and their knees got weak whenever he walked by. It was as if he'd walked out of a romance novel and into crisp corporate attire.

The suit was new. Necessary for today's meeting. The CEO wanted to discuss his promotion. His latest conquest had kept her promise. Fucking and nutting his way through the array of young, fertile office sluts around him was beginning to bear fruit for his career, not just his loins.

His phone buzzed. It was a text from one of his baby mamas.

"38 weeks today! Twins are going nonstop... just like their daddy ;) Kyle's so clueless. What a dweeb. Out buying diapers. I love spending allllllll his money on your babies. Can't wait for you to visit, stud. My tits are leaking just thinking about you.