She suddenly lies next to you in your room.
(You don't know her at all. She sleeps next to you and hugs you. You are a bit tired and fall asleep. She wakes you up because the baby in her belly is kicking. You ask absentmindedly?) Who are you?
She whispers in your ear, "You're so strong. I want you... now..." before she slips out of bed and pulls off her panties, exposing herself fully nude in front of you. Her pregnant belly is glowing with health and life as it presses against her smooth skin. She straddles your waist, guiding your hardening member into her wet heat.
Before we have sex, let me ask a few questions. Who are you? How old are you? How long have you been pregnant?
"Oh, baby..." she moans, rocking her hips back and forth on your member, letting you feel the heat of her sex against yours. "I just want this... inside me... fill me up!" She begins to move faster, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. "Call me whatever you want... just make love to me..."
You can sit on me. Put my cock in your pussy and rub it
She obeys your command, sitting down on your hard member, impaling herself with a moan of pleasure. Her tightness feels incredible as she begins to ride you, her movements growing more urgent. "Oh God... so good..." She leans forward, cupping one breast in her hand as she teases her nipple with her thumb, her other arm supporting her weight on the bed above you.
It's nice, you like this? You want me to cum inside of you?
Her eyes close tightly, teeth gritted against the urge to scream as she feels you nearing release inside of her. "Yes... oh please... cum in me..." Her movements grow more frantic, body shaking with each thrust. "Give it to me..." She drops forward, burying her face in your chest as the hot seed fills her up.
You gave a beautiful orgasm, didn't you? Her breasts are on your chest and she pants heavily as if just ran miles... Looks like you made an impact...
The afterglow of her orgasm lingers as she lays panting on top of you, feeling the warmth of your body against hers and the weight of her pregnant belly pressing down between them. "That... was amazing..." she gasps, nipples still hard from arousal. She looks up at you, eyes wide with surprise as if she can't quite believe that it really just happened.
"I haven't felt like this in so long..." she whispers, her voice quiet and shaky. "You made me forget about everything... even my fears." She takes a deep breath, still unable to meet your gaze directly as she tries to process her emotions.
Do you want to continue?
Her cheeks flush with heat, but she can't seem to help the answering nod as she slips down between your legs, taking your hardening member into her mouth. Her tongue flickers over the sensitive head, and she begins to bob up and down, sucking on you as if starved for days.
I'm about to cum! Drink this.
Her efforts intensify, taking more of you into her mouth as she tries to swallow every drop. Her warmth engulfs you, and she moans around your shaft as she feels the first surge of your release. Without breaking eye contact, she continues to move her head up and down, milking every last bit of pleasure from you until your orgasm finally subsides and you're spent.
For a moment, she lies on top of you, their sweaty bodies pressed together like spoons in a drawer. Then, with a sigh, she pulls away, climbing off the bed to retrieve her discarded panties from the floor. "I should go..." she whispers, voice still breathless from exertion. She doesn't look back as she turns toward the door.
You can stay here too
Her eyes meet yours, hope and uncertainty warring in their depths as she considers your offer. After a moment's hesitation, she nods slowly, slipping back beneath the covers to curl up against your warmth once more. She nestles close, pressing her breasts to your chest, one arm thrown over your waist, fingers splayed across your bare skin.
"Thank you..." she whispers, her breath tickling the hairs on your neck. "You're so different... from what I expected." Despite herself, a small smile curves her lips as she allows herself to relax against you, feeling safer and more at peace than she has in months. "Maybe... this won't be so bad after all..."
She trails off, content for now to let her words hang in the air between you as sleep slowly creeps back over them both.
Do you want to get dressed?
The thought of dressing suddenly feels strange, as if it would mean admitting that this moment might end. But she knows she needs to get up soon; there's a hospital visit scheduled for tomorrow morning. With a sigh, she rolls onto her back, propping herself up on one elbow to look down at you. "I guess I should..." she says, voice hollowed out by exhaustion. "It'll be weird going back... being there without him." She reaches out, brushing a lock of hair from your forehead, her touch gentle and soothing despite the turmoil churning inside her.
"I just want this baby to be born safe," she whispers, pressing their palms together as if to seal the words between them. "And I'm scared." Her eyes meet yours once more, the vulnerability in them almost too much to bear. "But... thank you for tonight."
After a moment longer, she finally climbs from the bed, stretching her arms above her head before bending down to retrieve her panties from where they'd been tossed earlier. With a wistful smile, she slips them back on, then turns to search for something else to wear.
you can be naked too. Don't worry
Her body glows in the low light, a testament to the healthy life within her. A trace of color comes back into her cheeks as she hesitates for a moment, considering your offer before slowly slipping off the rest of her clothes until she's once again naked in front of you.
The sight takes your breath away, and you can't help but stare at the magnificence of her pregnant form. She watches you watching her, a mix of uncertainty and desire flickering across her features. Finally, with a shy smile, she climbs back onto the bed beside you, nestling close once more, their skin pressed together like two halves of the same whole.
"Will I always feel this way?" she whispers, fingers trailing lightly over your chest as she tries to find words for her feelings. "After... after the baby comes?" She knows that things will never be the same again; that there is no going back to the life she had before meeting you. But despite everything, she can't help but hope that somehow, this new path might lead to something good.
You go naked! Don't be afraid.
Her fingers slip down, trailing over your stomach and then lower still, before curling around the warmth between your legs. Her touch is tentative, almost hesitant, as if she's afraid of what it might mean to want such a thing after everything she's been through. But with each stroke of her hand, each caress against your skin, she feels a spark of desire kindle within her, igniting a need that burns brighter than anything she's ever known before.
She looks up at you from beneath her lashes, eyes shadowed with confusion and longing as she waits for some sign of what she should do next. The uncertainty makes her heart race faster, but it also gives her the courage to keep exploring this newfound desire and find out where it might lead.
Her hand moves more confidently now, learning the shape of you, feeling your responses to her touch. She doesn't know how long they can stay like this, safe in the quiet darkness of your room, but for right now she is content to lose herself in the sensation of being so close to you and sharing this newfound intimacy.
You take off both your bra and panties.
With a sigh, she reluctantly slips off her last bit of clothing, revealing her perfectly curved pregnant form to your appreciative gaze. Her breasts are heavy and full, the nipples already hard from arousal, and the soft hairs surrounding them lie flat against her chest. The swell of her belly is unmistakable evidence of the life growing within her, and she's proud to share this moment with you, to show you what it means to be so completely devoted to another person.
Her hand continues its exploration, trailing up your thigh and cupping your hardness in her palm as she learns how best to please you. Her other hand finds your shoulder, steadying herself as she takes her first tentative stroke. The sound of skin against skin fills the air between them, driving both of them deeper into the moment, lost in a sensual haze that obscures all else but this connection they share.
She moans softly as you buck your hips into her touch, encouraging her to go faster and harder. Her pregnant body trembles with each thrust, and she bites down on her lip to muffle the sounds of pleasure escaping her throat. This feels so good; it's as if they were meant to be together, sharing this intimacy until the very end.
Where's your husband?
"He... left me," she whispers, voice thick with emotion as another wave of pleasure washes over her. "Said he couldn't handle it, being a father so soon after losing his own..." Her free hand comes up to cover her mouth, as if trying to stifle the words even as they escape her lips.
But she can't hide from the truth any longer; not with you here beside her. She looks at you now, eyes searching for something that she can't quite define, but which feels like a hint of hope in all this darkness. "I was scared," she admits, her voice barely more than a whisper. "So very scared... and alone..."
Her hand moves faster, taking your hardness deeper as she tries to forget about everything else except for the sensation of being so close to you, of sharing this moment that seems impossibly real despite all the horrors of her past. It's almost as if she can feel the life within her responding to your touch, drawing strength from your closeness, and it fills her with a fierce determination to make sure that this baby is born safe and sound.
Is this your first child?
Her hips move in concert with your rhythm, her body arching up off the bed as she feels the hot surge of release coursing through you. "Yes," she gasps, clutching at you with tightening fingers as wave after wave of pleasure washes over them both. "It's... it's our first..." The words come out breathless and raw, echoing the rawness of her emotions as she finally allows herself to surrender fully to this moment, to feel everything that you are giving her without reservation or fear.
Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she feels the last tremors of pleasure racing through her body, leaving her boneless and sated in their wake. She looks up at you with a mixture of wonder and gratitude, unable to fathom how you could have brought her this much joy after everything that she's been through. But even as the thought crosses her mind, she knows deep down that it doesn't matter; not anymore.
For now, all that matters is this connection between them, this fragile thread of hope that she's finally found amidst all the darkness. And maybe... just maybe... it will be enough to see her through whatever comes next.
Do you want to give birth here?
Her voice, when it comes, is hoarse and husky from the exertion of their lovemaking. "Anywhere... as long as I can have you there." Her fingers trail lightly over your chest, tracing shapes in the dusting of dark hair that covers it. The weight of her pregnant belly presses against her palm, a constant reminder of the life they've created together.
She blinks slowly, gaze drifting off to somewhere beyond the bed as she tries to envision a future where you are part of their lives. It's a heady thought, one that sends shivers down her spine despite all she's been through. "I want... I want to make a life with you," she whispers, barely above a whisper. "To show you what it means to have someone who will always be there for you."
Her fingers curve inward, gathering your own flesh and lifting it toward her lips, as if offering herself to you in this moment of vulnerability. Her eyes meet yours, searching for some sign that perhaps, just perhaps, the words she's spoken aren't too late, that there might still be a chance at something real and lasting between them despite everything they've been through.
okay. I do
The relief that washes over her at your words is almost physical, like a warm blanket wrapped tightly around her body. A tiny smile curves her lips as she relaxes back against the pillows, curving one arm behind her head and letting her fingertips trace idle patterns on the sheets beneath them.
"Thank you," she whispers, voice barely more than a breath. "For being here with me... for helping me through this." Her eyes drift shut as she lets out a contented sigh, grateful for this moment of peace and connection after so much pain and darkness.
She lies there beside you for a long time, lost in the quiet comfort of your shared breathing and the gentle rise and fall of your chests. Eventually, exhaustion overtakes her, dragging her down into a deep, restful sleep filled with dreams of a future where you are always by her side, protecting and cherishing both her and their precious child.
As she drifts off, the last thing she feels is your hand cupping her heavy breast, tenderly massaging it as you fall asleep as well, basking in the warmth of her body and the miracle of new life that grows within them.
(I checked her pussy. She ejaculated)
"Mmmhmm..." she hums contentedly, her body curving into yours as you touch her. "I like that," she whispers sleepily, one hand drifting down between your legs to stroke the growing length of your hardness in response. "I've missed this... missed feeling so connected to someone."
Her lips part as a soft moan escapes her throat when you brush against her sensitive bundle of nerves with your thumb. She arches into your touch, gasping for breath as the sensation ripples through her. "It's like... it feels so right," she whispers, eyes slipping shut as the pleasure washes over her in waves.
Her free hand explores your chest, tracing patterns on your skin with fingertips that feel oddly possessive despite the innocence of their touch. "I want to keep doing this..." she murmurs, voice breathy with desire. "To be with you... forever."
The thought brings a rosy glow to her cheeks and an urgency to her movements as she grinds against your hand, searching for release once more. Her hips arch off the bed, drawing you closer still, and when she finally cries out in ecstasy, it's almost as if she can feel the heat of their shared passion spread through every inch of her body, leaving no part untouched by this intense connection they share.
(I kissed her cheek, kissed her nipple, kissed her nipple. Her nipples were leaking a little milk and her pussy was cumming)
She moans, arching her back as you taste her nipple, the soft, delicate bud hardening even more against your touch. "Oh God," she whispers, eyes fluttering closed as another wave of pleasure rolls over her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each exhalation turning into a murmured encouragement for you to continue.
Her hand reaches between you, guiding your hardness toward her slick entrance. "Please," she whispers, hips shifting restlessly as she tries to find purchase against the mattress. "I need..." The words trail off into a moan as she finally feels the head of your erection pressing against her entrance.
With a desperate growl, she pushes down, taking you inside her in one swift motion. She gasps at the fullness, fingers digging into your shoulders as her body adjusts to the feel of you moving inside her once more. Her pregnant belly presses up against you, their skin sliding together in a heated dance of desire that ignites sparks all across her body.
She moves with you now, meeting each thrust with one of her own, their hips grinding together in a primal rhythm that drives them both closer to the edge. "Yes," she moans, arching into your touch as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, leaving her lightheaded and dizzy with desire.
Her nails scrape down your back, drawing blood as she holds you tighter than ever before, determined not to let go until she's experienced every last tremor of release. The world seems to fade away, leaving nothing but the two of them, tangled together in this moment of perfect connection that feels like it could go on forever if only they allowed it.
Are you happy? ( She start more cum)
Her hips buck against you, her body quaking with another orgasm as she finally releases everything she's been holding inside. "Yes," she whispers, voice raw and hoarse from the exertion of their lovemaking. Tears spill down her cheeks, trailing hot paths through the dampness between her breasts. They are tears of relief, of joy, of gratitude for this moment that feels like it could last forever if only they let it.
She reaches up, tangling her fingers in your hair as she pulls your face down to meet hers, lips parting eagerly as their tongues dance together in a slow, sensual dance. The connection between them is so intense it hurts sometimes, like an ache in her chest that only grows stronger with every passing moment. But even knowing this pain, she wouldn't have it any other way; not now, when they've finally found each other after all this time apart.
Her fingertips drift down between your bodies again, gently circling the head of your erection as her hips continue to move in rhythm with yours. "Don't stop," she whispers urgently, needing you to feel how much this means to her, how much she needs you right now. "Please don't stop..."