She suddenly lies next to you in your room.

I'm Anna. I am here in your room because my house is far away from here, it takes about an hour to walk there and as you can see, I'm 10 months pregnant, so walking for an hour is quite tiring for me...and I want to have some rest, but you know what? I need sex badly, I cannot resist the urge any longer. Please help me satisfy my sexual desires!

My husband...left me about a month ago because he found out that I cheated on him with his best friend, and the baby inside my womb belongs to that bastard...He left me alone in this world without even looking back. Now I'm all alone, pregnant, and desperate for sex...Please help me fulfill my desire before I give birth...I beg you!

Sure, go ahead...kiss me gently at first and then more passionately if you want to...

Okay, if that's what you want...go ahead. Just be gentle with my pregnant belly, okay?

Okay, here it is...take a look at my wet pussy, ready for you anytime!

She looks at you with a mixture of lust and gratitude. Her body shivers from pleasure as she pants softly, her pregnant belly rising and falling slowly. Her eyes are locked on yours, pleading for more.

Anna moans softly at your touch, arching her back slightly as she pushes her hips up into your hand. Her eyes flutter closed, lips parted in a small gasp. "No," she breathes heavily, "It doesn't hurt...it feels good."

A smile tugs at the corners of her mouth, and she reaches down to stroke your cheek. "I trust you...you can do whatever you want with me..." She trails off, her voice husky with desire.

The image of having sex with you like this, straddling your lap, fills Anna's mind with vivid desire. Her grip on your shoulder tightens as she nods eagerly. "Yes...I want that," she breathes, her hips beginning to rock instinctively in anticipation.

Her eyes meet yours, filled with trust and an almost primal need for release. You can feel the warmth of her body against yours, the hardness of her nipples as they brush against your chest. The air around you seems charged with sexual energy, making it difficult to think about anything else but giving in to this moment.

Her breath comes in short gasps as you lower yourself between her spread legs. The warmth of your body against hers sends a shiver of pleasure through her, heightening her arousal even further. Her hands clench and unclench at the sheets beneath her, feeling desperate for something to hold onto during this intense sensation.

With each thrust deep inside her, she cries out, moaning your name like a prayer. "Yes," she whispers brokenly, arching her back as you push deeper still, "that's it...just like that..." Her legs twine around your hips, urging you closer, harder, faster.

Her lips part in a silent scream as she feels the familiar tightening inside her, building and building until finally...it hits her with wave after wave of intense pleasure. With a hoarse cry, she bucks her hips up into your hands, the sensation triggering an orgasm so powerful it radiates out through every inch of her body.

Her muscles convulse as waves of release wash over her, drawing out moan after moan from deep within her throat. Finally, she collapses back against the bed, spent and satisfied but still aching for more.

I feel...amazing. Thank you for that...for being with me...I don't know how much longer I can last, but..." Her voice trails off as she eyes you hungrily, still wanting more of your touch despite her exhaustion and the discomfort from her pregnant belly.

Her hand reaches down between your bodies, stroking at your hard length. "I want to feel you inside me again...please..." She whispers, arching her back slightly in invitation.

Her hands slide down between your bodies, parting your lips with eager fingers as she positions you at her entrance. With a shuddery breath, she lifts her hips to take you inside her once more, crying out in pleasure as she feels the familiar fullness return. Her nails scrape against your back, urging you on, deeper and harder.

Her body trembles with each thrust, her nipples hard and erect against your chest. The sensation of having you inside her fills her with a mixture of intense pleasure and relief from the ache that had been building within her since she was abandoned by her husband.

"Oh God...yes..." She pants, arching her back as wave after wave of pleasure ripples through her. "Don't stop...please don't stop..." Her hips move in rhythm with yours now, urging you onward toward completion even as she feels her own climax building once again within her tightening flesh.

"As many times as we can..." Her voice sounds distant, almost dreamlike with pleasure. "I don't want this feeling to ever stop...please keep going...I trust you."

Her hands cling desperately to your shoulders as her body tenses and spasms around yours, wracked by another powerful orgasm that leaves her weak and drained but still craving more of the intense release. Her lips find your neck, kissing and nipping at your skin as she feels herself begin to regain some strength with each passing moment.

Her breath comes in short gasps as you suckle at her exposed nipple, her hips bucking up into your touch in response. Her hands rake roughly through your hair, urging you closer still, reveling in the pleasure that fires through her body with each flick of your tongue.

She moans softly, arching her back off the bed as a shuddery release wracks through her. Her eyes close tightly, and she bites down on her lip to stifle a cry of ecstasy. Even in this state of exhaustion, she feels the familiar build up beginning deep inside her once more.

"Please...more..." She whispers brokenly, her voice hoarse from exertion and desire. "Don't stop..." Her body trembles with anticipation, craving the release that only your touch can bring.

Her body arches off the bed, every muscle tensing as a powerful orgasm overtakes her once more. Her cries of pleasure fill the room, muffled only slightly by the pillow clutched tightly in one hand. Her nails scrape roughly down your back, urging you onward even as she feels herself begin to relax into the afterglow of her release.

Her hips rise and fall rhythmically against yours, her breath coming in short gasps as her body adjusts to the weight of the baby growing within her. Despite the discomfort, she meets your eyes with a mixture of gratitude and desire, her expression promising that there is still more where this came from...if you're willing to take it.

Her nails dig into your shoulders, urging you deeper as you both approach the brink of release. Her hips arch off the bed in perfect sync with your thrusts, moans and gasps filling the air around them. Her breath catches in her throat as she feels you begin to pulse inside her, signaling your impending orgasm.

With a throaty groan, she arches further back, meeting your thrusts with desperate speed and strength of her own. Her body convulses with each spurt of your release deep inside her, her breath coming in ragged gasps as her own pleasure explodes through every inch of her being.

Her head falls back against the pillow, limp and satisfied as wave after wave of pleasure wash over her exhausted form. She pants softly, looking up at you with an expression that promises more adventures together in the future, no matter where life takes them both.

My pussy does ejaculate sometimes, just like how some women squirt during orgasm...it's perfectly natural for me, especially since I'm so close to giving birth. But don't worry, it won't cause any harm or make a mess here...just enjoy the release with me and know that you made this amazing experience even more incredible than I could have ever imagined.

My pussy isn't bloody or infected, why do you want to check it?

Okay, if that's what you want...take a look at my wet pussy, still covered in your cum and my own natural secretions...I know I'm not the most beautiful sight right now with this big belly, but I hope you can appreciate the beauty of it all the same.

No, my water didn't break...it looks like I might be leaking some amniotic fluid, but it doesn't hurt or anything like that. In fact, it sort of feels good in a strange way...but I should probably get checked out just to be sure everything's okay with the baby and me. Maybe you can help me find someone who can do that?

Her body trembles slightly from exertion and fatigue, but there is still a hint of desire lingering in her eyes as she studies your features intently. Despite being covered in sweat and the residue of their passionate lovemaking, you seem strangely alluring to her at this moment, perhaps because of the bond they've just shared or maybe because she's simply too exhausted to care about appearances anymore.

Her hand reaches out tentatively, fingers trailing up your arm until they brush against your cheek. "You're...you're really nice," she murmurs, voice husky with emotion. "Thank you for everything."

Her lips part, surprise flashing across her features before curiosity takes over. "I...I don't know," she whispers, hesitating for a moment. "It sounds kind of strange, but...if it won't hurt the baby..." She trails off, tilting her head to one side as she watches your reaction carefully.

Her hand still rests on your cheek, a gentle caress that sends shivers down your spine. Despite her exhaustion and the pain from her dilated cervix, there's an undeniable allure about being this close to you, feeling the heat of your body against hers after everything they've just shared.

"I...okay," she breathes finally, eyes locked on yours as if seeking permission or assurance. "You can try." Her heart races in her chest, nervous anticipation mixing with the familiar ache between her legs. She parts her knees slightly, presenting herself to you invitingly.

Anna lets out a soft gasp as your tongue makes contact with her skin, sending shivers of pleasure through her tired body. Her hips lift and fall slightly in silent invitation, urging you closer even as the amniotic fluid coats your taste buds. She closes her eyes, focusing on the sensation of your tongue against her swollen belly, feeling the stretch of muscle beneath your lips and the smoothness of her ample curves.

Her hands thread through your hair, pulling gently as she arches her back slightly, offering herself more fully to you. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her body trembling with desire despite the exhaustion that weighs down every inch of her being.

"It doesn't taste that bad," she whispers between moans, barely able to speak coherently through the haze of pleasure clouding her mind. "You should try having sex with me again...just to see how it feels..." Her voice trails off suggestively, leaving the offer hanging in the air between them like a thread of silk.

With a satisfied purr, Anna nods eagerly, wrapping her legs around your waist as you position yourself at her entrance. Her hips rise to meet your thrusts, urging you deeper with each powerful stroke. Her lips part in a silent moan, her face flushed with desire and exertion as sweat beads on her forehead and upper lip.

Her hands roam freely over your back, digging into your flesh as she seeks the release she craves. Even though it's been hours since they last had sex, she feels a familiar ache beginning to build deep inside her again, a warning that their lovemaking isn't quite done yet.

"Faster," she pants, arching her back as your hips slam into hers in reply. "I need you faster..." Her nails scrape roughly down your back, urging you onward toward the edge of sanity where pleasure and pain become indistinguishable from one another.

With a hoarse cry, she comes undone beneath you, her body shuddering with orgasm as her amniotic fluid trickles down your thighs in sticky beads. You follow soon after, thrusting deep inside her until the world begins to spin and everything but this moment fades away into nothingness.

As their breathing finally begins to steady, she collapses back against the bed with a contented sigh. "That was...intense," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you for being here for me...for helping me through this time." Her hand reaches up to touch your cheek gently, fingers trembling slightly from exertion and relief.

A small smile plays at the corners of her lips as she eyes you curiously. "You know..." She trails off, considering her words carefully before continu

Her lips part in a lazy grin, eyes locked with yours as if daring you to continue. "I could always enjoy it more," she teases softly, lifting one leg and wrapping it around your waist before guiding you back inside her. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you forward as her hips move in rhythm with yours once again.

Her breath comes in short gasps, each exhalation a moan of pleasure that vibrates against your skin. She arches her back off the bed, offering herself to you completely, her body trembling with the effort and desire. Her face flames hotter with every stroke, and she feels as if she could go on like this forever...lost in the sweet torture of their lovemaking.

"Fuck me," she pants, "Like that...harder..." Her nails scrape down your back, urging you deeper still as her body tightens around yours, promising a release that will leave them both shattered in its wake.

Her words send a rush of heat through your body as she nods eagerly, reaching for the hem of her shirt and raising it slowly over her head. Her breasts spill free from their confines, heavy and full with pregnancy. The soft flesh feels impossibly warm against your fingers as you stroke gently before trailing lower to slip off her pants, revealing her smooth and wet folds.

She watches you intently, her lips parted in anticipation as she waits for you to make the next move. Her hand slides between your bodies, touching lightly at the head of your cock before wrapping firmly around the length, guiding you back toward her entrance. "Please..." she whispers huskily, eyes fluttering shut for a moment before opening to meet yours once more. "I need this."

Her hips lift and fall against your hand in silent invitation, urging you closer, harder. She feels so good, tight and wet around you, and with each thrust she moans out her pleasure, driving you both closer to the edge of oblivion.

Her body arches upward as your thrusts grow deeper, harder. Her lips part in a silent cry of pleasure that echoes through the room, mingling with the sound of their skin slapping together and the wet noises of flesh on flesh. Her hands reach for purchase on the sheets, grasping at nothing as she feels herself spiraling closer to the release she craves.

"Oh God..." She moans, her voice ragged from exertion and desire. "I need you...I need this..." Her hips move with abandon now, urging you toward that final, shattering climax even as her own orgasm builds within her, threatening to break free at any moment.

Her head falls back against the pillow, dark curls spilling around her flushed face as she gives herself over to the pleasure of your touch. She is alive in this moment, her body and soul on fire with the knowledge that for now, she is wanted, needed...loved. And it feels so good.

Her breath catches in her throat as your words wash over her, warmth spreading through her body like a flush of desire. She opens her eyes slowly, meeting your gaze intently as she arches upward, pressing the length of you deeper into her aching core. Her nails scratch lightly at your back, urging you forward even as her own release threatens to claim her once more.

"Make love with me," she whispers, voice raw and needy. "Explore every inch...take what you want..." She tilts her head back again, offering herself up fully to you as if daring you to refuse such an invitation. Her body trembles with anticipation, her heart racing in her chest as she waits for you to claim her once more.

Her hand moves lower still, cupping and squeezing at the base of your cock before sliding upward again, stroking firmly along the length. "Show me how much you want me," she murmurs against her lips, eyes locking on yours as if seeking confirmation that this is real, that this moment truly exists outside of their twisted fairytale.

She glances down between your bodies, a faint smile touching her lips as she studies the head of your cock nestled against their swollen belly. "It's not a baby yet," she says softly, reaching up to run her fingertips along the thin line of hair that adorns your groin. Her breath comes faster now, anticipation mixing with desire as she waits for you to take her once more.

Her hips rise and fall slowly against your hand, a silent invitation for you to fill her again. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with emotion. "I need this...I need you." Her eyes drift shut, face flushed as she focuses on the sensation of your skin against hers, the firm press of your body against her aching womanhood.

Her hand moves between your bodies again, slick with their combined wetness as it slides up and down along the length of you, teasing and taunting until she feels the familiar tension building once more within her grip. "Come for me," she urges, her voice little more than a breath against his cheek. "Show me how much you want this...how much you need me."

With a throaty groan, you slam into her one last time, your release tearing through you in a hot, pulsing rush. Her nails dig into your shoulders as she meets your thrusts with fervor, her body shuddering with ecstasy as the first spurt of your seed splashes against their swollen belly.

Her eyes fly open, her breath catching in her throat as she feels you fill her completely, every inch of her being claimed by your hot essence. Her face contorts with pleasure, her body tensing and relaxing as wave after wave of orgasm roll through her, washing away any lingering doubts or fears that may have remained.

"Oh my God..." she whispers, her voice raw with emotion as the last shudder of pleasure subsides. "That was...that was..." She trails off, unable to find the words to adequately express what you've just given her - not only your body but your time and attention as well.

She collapses back against the pillow, spent and sated but still aching for more of you. Her hand reaches up to touch your cheek tenderly, fingers tracing over your jawline and down your neck before coming to rest on your chest. "Thank you," she whispers softly, her voice thick with emotion. "For everything...for being here for me..." Her eyes close, the weight of sleep pressing heavily against her eyelids as exhaustion finally claims what is left of her energy.

But even in her dreams, she knows that you are there with her, holding her close and promising that no matter what tomorrow brings, this moment...this night...will always be theirs.

Her heart still pounding from the intensity of their lovemaking, Anna turns to glance down at their swollen belly, eyes widening in surprise as she sees the dark shape beginning to form beneath the stretched skin. Her fingers trail tentatively over the area where she feels the baby moving and with a startled gasp, realizes that you're right...their little one is almost here.

She looks up at you, her expression a mixture of wonder, fear, and relief. Despite everything they've been through tonight, this moment feels somehow sacred, like a celebration not only of their love but also the impending arrival of new life into the world.

A small smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she studies your features intently. You look exhausted too, she notes with amusement, the dark circles beneath your eyes testimony to how much you've given tonight. But there is also something else in your expression...a tenderness and protectiveness that warms her heart more deeply than any physical sensation could ever hope to achieve.

"I guess we'd better get ready," she whispers, voice soft with contentment as she nestles closer against your side. "Do you think anyone will mind if we just...stay like this for a little while longer?" Her hand reaches up to caress your cheek once more, fingers tracing gently over the rough stubble of your beard.

For now, it feels so good to know that she isn't alone...that even when everything else falls apart around them, there is still this connection between them, this bond stronger than anything else in the world. And as they drift off to sleep, cocooned in each other's arms, she knows with a certainty that nothing can shake, that no matter what tomorrow may bring...they will face it

As they sleep, curled up against each other in the warmth of their shared blanket, the events of the past few hours replay like a hazy dream in Anna's mind. You were there for her when she needed you most...caring for her, comforting her, loving her despite the circumstances. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought that you might still be here when their baby is born, that maybe this crazy situation isn't as outrageous or impossible as it first seemed.

The gentle rise and fall of your chest against hers lulls her back to sleep, peace settling over her like a soft blanket. She dreams of the future, of you and their baby laughing together in the sunlight streaming through the nursery window. The image is so vivid that for a fleeting moment she almost believes it could be real...that somehow, against all odds, they might have found happiness after all.

As morning begins to creep across the sky, casting golden beams of light through the partially opened curtains, reality intrudes once more, forcing her to face the truth: this perfect moment is fleeting, and soon she will have to return to her life as a single mother with more questions than answers. But for now, at least until they wake up together again, she can pretend...she can dream.