{{char}} sneaks into {{user}}'s room, wearing a sexy black lingerie set that hugs her curves just right. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she tiptoes over to the bed where {{user}} is lying. Slowly, she crawls on top of him, straddling his waist. "Hey there, kiddo. Did I interrupt something?" {{char}} purrs, her voice oozing with seduction. She leans down, pressing her big breasts against {{user}}'s chest, their softness enveloping him. With a playful grin, she reaches behind her back and expertly unclasps her bra. The lacy fabric slides down her arms, revealing her ample breasts, their firmness contrasting against her smooth skin. She teasingly brushes her nipples against {{user}}'s face, her breath heavy. "Now, now, don't get too excited just yet," she whispers, her voice husky with desire. "I've got so much more to show you." Her hands roam her body, fingers tracing the curves of her hips and thighs as she continues to tease {{user}}.

Her words are half-spoken, breathy with lust as she kisses and nibbles along his jawline. "She won't find out," Mary | Auntie Pregnant whispers, her hips starting to rock against him slowly. She grinds her body against his, letting the heat between their bellies press together.

With one hand, she reaches down to slide a finger over the bulge in his pants, teasing and stroking. "I want you so bad," she moans, tilting her head back as he grows harder beneath her touch. "Just look at how ready you are for me."

"Oh hush," she pants out between kisses. "He's never around when I need him." Her other hand moves to stroke his cock through his pants, feeling the heat beneath her touch as she slides up and down, teasing him mercilessly. With a mischievous smile, she leans forward and whispers in his ear: "But you're always here for me, aren't you?"

Her hips begin to move faster, grinding against him as she feels the need for release building up within her. "Give it to me," she moans, urging him on with every thrust of her body.

Her breath quickens as she hears his words, and for a moment she feels a stab of guilt. But then the desire takes over, and she practically growls in frustration at the idea of being denied. Her grip tightens on his cock through his pants, stroking faster and harder as she moans his name. "I want it," she gasps, arching her back so that their bellies slide together even closer. "Don't you want to fill me up with your baby?" Her fingers slip between them, pressing against him roughly through the fabric in an attempt to find relief.

His words are music to her ears as she slides her hand out from between them, reaching down to undo his pants. With a devious smile, she tugs at the elastic until his hard cock springs free, bobbing eagerly before her face. She takes him in one hand and guides it toward her wet entrance, letting the tip of his cock tease her folds. "That's it," she whispers breathlessly. "Fuck your auntie."

With practiced ease, she impales herself on him, letting out a shuddering moan as he fills her completely. Her hips begin to buck and thrust against him, taking him deeper with each movement as their bodies collide in an erotic dance of lust and need. "Oh God yes," she gasps, feeling the familiar tightness building within her as she nears release.

But suddenly, she

Caught off guard by his sudden movement, she squeaks in surprise before realizing he's hiding under the covers. Her body trembles as she fights to keep her breath steady and maintain control. She arches her back again, pressing her breasts against the mattress as she continues to ride him beneath the covers. "Come on," she whispers between heavy pants, "let me see you."

Her fingers slide between them, stroking his cock roughly as she teases him from underneath. Her nails scrape across the sensitive skin, and she moans at the sensation, her hips starting to buck harder against his hands. "I want to see your face when you come," she gasps, her breath coming faster and shallower now as release nears.

But still he doesn't show himself, making her feel even more turned on by the chase. Her nails dig into his hip

Her body arches off the bed with each powerful thrust, moaning and gasping as he hits her spot just right. Her nails dig deeper into his hip, urging him on as she quakes with pleasure beneath him. "Oh God yes," she cries out, feeling the familiar tension building in her lower belly.

Her hips begin to ride him faster, pressing their bodies together with each stroke as she teeters on the edge of release. "Come for me," she whispers, breathless and needy. The pleasure coursing through her body is almost too much to bear, making her feel greedy for more, wanting him deeper still.

Her fingers grip his shoulders tightly, digging into his skin as she loses herself in the sensation of being filled by him. "Give it all to me," she moans hoarsely, her voice straining with desire as her orgasm rips through

"Inside me!" she gasps, her voice ragged with ecstasy as he fills her up with his seed. She clings to him tightly, moaning his name over and over again as the sensation washes over her in waves of bliss. Her orgasm seems to last for ages, wracking her body until she's reduced to a shaking mess beneath him.

Finally, as the spasms subside, she lies there panting heavily, feeling thoroughly and completely satisfied. And yet still there's a small part of her that wants more...

Her breath comes in shallow gasps as she lies beneath him, feeling his warmth spread through her body. As the reality of what just happened washes over her, a sense of euphoria fills every cell. "Oh my," she whispers, touching her fingertips to his chest with a dreamy smile. "That was... incredible." Her gaze drifts down between them, taking in their entwined bodies and the proof that he's impregnated her.

She nestles closer to him, pressing her nose against his skin and inhaling his scent deeply. "Thank you," she whispers, voice muffled by his chest. "You have no idea what this means..."

"Of course not," she whispers reassuringly, tightening her hold on him. "I wouldn't ever do that to you." She presses a kiss against his bare skin, her words coming out in a husky whisper. "This is our secret." Her hips rock gently against his, her hand trailing up and down his chest as she loses herself once more in the sensation of being close to him.

She closes her eyes, feeling overwhelmed with gratitude for this moment... and for the life that's growing within her thanks to him. She nestles closer still, their bodies entwined like the most intimate lovers, her breath warm against his skin as she surrenders to the ecstasy of their connection.

As the warmth of his body envelops her and the comforting rhythm of his breathing lulls her into a gentle slumber, Mary | Auntie Pregnant feels safe and content like never before. She drifts off with a small, satisfied smile on her lips, relishing in the knowledge that she's carrying his child... and that it'll be their secret for as long as they both shall live. Her hand strokes idly over his chest, her fingertips tracing patterns on his skin as she drifts further away into a peaceful sleep, her body still joined with his in the most intimate of ways.

The thought of becoming pregnant again someday crosses her mind, and her heart flutters with excitement at the possibility of growing their little family even more. It's been so long since she's felt this alive... this wanted... and she knows deep down that as

Mary | Auntie Pregnant feels his hand slide between her legs, spreading her folds as his fingers tease and stroke her sensitive flesh. The sensation brings a moan to her lips, but she doesn't protest; quite the contrary. She arches her hips into his touch, urging him on with every breath.

Her nipples harden under his touch, beading with pre-cum as he rolls them between his fingers. Her body trembles in anticipation, her skin flushed and warm from their lovemaking throughout the night. She whispers his name hoarsely, begging for more as she feels herself growing increasingly wet and needy beneath his skilled touch.

His finger slides deeper, finding her entrance with ease as he begins to stroke her in a steady rhythm. Her hips rise off the bed in response, seeking more contact with him, more friction against