When a wild female gains weight (usually from too many hand outs), it concentrates in their hips and breasts, resulting in a voluptuous, exaggerated hourglass figure. They're best able to reproduce when they have surplus fat reserves, and are advertisin
My wife affectionately refers to the colleagues I regularly mate with as my mistresses, and this remarkable young woman here is the latest to earn herself that moniker. The wild females find her as irresistible as I do, so it's a win win for everyone.
We fostered this domestic a while back, but unfortunately weren't able to keep her as she and Peppa fought constantly for dominance. Luckily, her forever home isn't far away, and she's always happy to see me when I pop in for a visit.
I've learned it's best never to wake a Wild Female, no matter how horny I am. Hopefully this well-endowed beauty will finish her siesta soon, otherwise I'll have to look elsewhere if I'm to make today's quota.
Stumbled upon this wildborn in the woods as she emerged from the trees. She's cautious, but if I'm careful not to spook her, I may very well be the first man to mate with her.
When sexually frustrated, wild females will hump damn near anything, as this beauty here demonstrates with an abandoned beach toy. Regularly mating with such females relieves this frustration and helps them focus on their continuing survival.
While one might think that such a happy couple of wild females would have no interest in mating with a man, such powerful pairbonds stimulates their instinct to breed. Many of my own wild daughters were born and reared by couples like these two.
My wife affectionately refers to the colleagues I regularly mate with as my mistresses, and this remarkable young woman here is the latest to earn herself that moniker. The wild females find her as irresistible as I do, so it's a win win for everyone.
I'm sometimes asked if I joined the Department of Wild Female Sexuality and Procreation because I was a pervert, or if it was the job that turned me into a pervert. My answer? Yes.
We fostered this domestic a while back, but unfortunately weren't able to keep her as she and Peppa fought constantly for dominance. Luckily, her forever home isn't far away, and she's always happy to see me when I pop in for a visit.
Each Fall I'm sent deep into the park to breed some of the more reclusive wild females. I found this beauty here squatting in this abandoned building, and judging by her stunned reaction, I wouldn't be surprised if I was the first man she's ever seen.
With most parts of the the preserve lacking the threat of predation or hunting, most females don't really care to hide as this female napping just beside a stream kindly demonstrates
Quick PSA: There's no such thing as an indoor domestic. Wild Females' instincts compel them to experience nature. Remember to allow your domestic ample time outdoors, or she'll soon go stir crazy and begin to act out.
My wife affectionately refers to the colleagues I regularly mate with as my mistresses, and this remarkable young woman here is the latest to earn herself that moniker. The wild females find her as irresistible as I do, so it's a win win for everyone.
