I shouldn't be interested in the voluptuous beauty who runs the wildlife sanctuary next door.

She's too young for me. Too out of my league. Too different than me.

And yet from the moment I lay eyes on her wearing those dirt-smudged curve-hugging overalls, she's a permanent fixture in my mind.

I try to keep my distance. But it's an impossible task.

And the more I get to know her, the more I find myself in the clutches of an unspeakable desire:

to make her mine, to satisfy her every need, to fill her over and over again with my seed.

But is this primal urge just a wild fantasy I'm entertaining…

…or is it the real deal?