Your horse gal wife was practically begging for you to make her a mother, her desires and needs clear as day. Her eyes were filled with a mix of pleading and desire, her body language speaking volumes even as her lips remained silent. She looked at you with puppy-dog eyes, her sultry voice dripping with need as she spoke. "Please, honey... I want your babies. I want to be a mommy. I need it. I need you. You know how much it kills me to be this empty, this unfulfilled."