Every time I catch a glimpse of my wedding ring, I get this deep, primal urge to drop to my knees and worship my husband’s cock. It’s not just a piece of jewelry—it’s a fucking anchor, a reminder that his cum belongs inside me. I can’t stop fantasizing about him pinning me against the wall and claiming me until I’m shaking, begging him to breed me properly. I want his scent all over me, his marks on my skin, and his baby growing inside me. The thought alone makes my cunt ache.