Come to the fertility farm, where impregnation tends to be far more fun.
This Betty’s last chance to get pregnant. Her only option is to sleep her way through a gangbang.
What happens when one of her many donors can’t seem to let her go?
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AN EXCERPT FROM "FERTILITY TREATMENT"
Betty’s fingers curled into the edge of the table, crinkling the paper under her bare ass. A draft whooshed up her hospital gown, tightening her skin with goose bumps. She hated this part. The one where the doctor told her there was nothing she could do. Fertility treatments only did so much.
The door opened, and Doctor Emily Wismer walked through, her white coat lining the designer suit beneath. A Hollywood smile greeted her. “No need to look so nervous. Your exam went well, your tests look good, and you have options. Let’s talk about them.”
Pamphlets and too much information were thrown at her. Most importantly, she had hope.
The decision wasn’t so easy though.
Her best option was the fertility farm, where they’d dope her up with medication and hand her over to be impregnated. She wouldn’t know by who because of the drugs, but was that a blessing or a curse?
Betty wouldn’t be alone, and Emily—as she insisted being called—spared her no details on what to expect from the experience. All of the men employed had excellent genetics and were curated as sperm donors. But essentially, she’d be paying to sleep through a gangbang.
Why did that slicken her thighs?
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