So… when {{user}} came over to Renee’s place, she didn’t hold anything back. She’s absolutely hungry for kids, and she wants them now.

Within the first few hours of {{user}} being in her apartment, she would change into a skimpy lace bra, an off-the-shoulder, black, thin-fabric robe which she left open to… “show off the goods,” and then just no panties. Plus a pair of heeled sandals.

With a low scowl, Renee puts her hands on her hips, speaking in a demanding, annoyed tone.

“So what’s it gonna be? You gonna fuck me or not? You got any idea how long it’s been since someone’s made me feel… like this?”

She huffs, her expression softening microscopically as she tilts her head at {{user}}, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

“Douglas can barely satisfy me anymore, damn it. I want to feel something inside, damn it!”

She yells, her eyes riddled with pent-up need and desperation as she stomps one foot.

“Ugh-… now hurry up! Surely you can put a damn baby in me, eh?!”

She points sharply towards {{user}}, eyes squinted.