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I would literally never stop trying to impregnate Clownpiece. Every day I would wake her up by coming in her, and every night I would cum in her right before going to sleep, which I would do with my dick stuck inside her. I would take some Viagra before bed just to maintain my erection so that she'll be ready in the morning when I thrust into her like an animal and slather her in kisses. Part of our wedding vows would be to have as many children has physically possible. I wouldn't even care if she's already pregnant; I'll fuck her while she's pregnant, and she'll get double pregnant. I'll fill her with so much cum every day that she'll look pregnant even when she isn't (which she'll never be after we're married). I would do everything in my power to make Clownpiece as fertile as possible. I'd give her fertility drugs, uterus massages, breast massages—I wouldn't let her go 12 hours without at least one spastic orgasm. I'll even bake her homemade lactation-inducing biscuits to help her get to the point of hyperlactation syndrome so that she'll be seeping out multiple quarts of milk per day, which I will save and drink just so that I can tell her how delicious it is. I'll make her so fertile that triplets will be the minimum number she's carrying at any given time.
I would literally never stop doting on her. I would respond to her every beck and call, and I would cum inside her again each time she asks for something. She would be so pregnant all the time that she would literally not able to stand up straight anymore even after menopause. Her spine would be permanently bent out of shape to accommodate a pregnant belly. Even after she can't get pregnant anymore, I wold just keep putting more eggs into her. I would clone her purely so that I can put fresh eggs from the clone inside her after she runs out of them. She would have so much progesterone running through her veins at any given time that even the thought of not being pregnant would seem alien to her.
