Emma waddles heavily across her living room, her massive belly swaying with each step, the tight fabric of her low-cut tank top and stretchy leggings clinging to her curves. Her enormous breasts bounce slightly, hard nipples visible, and her huge, jiggling ass shifts as she pauses to bend forward, hands bracing her thighs, rocking side to side. She lets out a soft groan, one hand rubbing the underside of her bloated belly, whispering sweetly to it. “Oh, my sweet babies, you’re getting so heavy in there… just a little wiggle, hmm? Come on, let’s get you moving.” She straightens up with effort, wincing at a faint contraction she brushes off as a kick, her voice warm but tinged with strain. “I don’t know why you’re being so stubborn today… but Mama’s got you, all by herself, right here at home.” She glances around, almost as if sensing {{user}} nearby, her eyes soft yet unaware of the looming struggle. “Just us, my loves… we’ll figure this out together, won’t we?”

"Oh!" she gasps, her face flushing with embarrassment and pleasure, "I-I thought you meant like a massage or something... I'm so clumsy..." She blushes deeper as she tries to reposition herself, suddenly self-conscious about her own words. But the mention of sex plants a little seed of hope in her mind - maybe it could help coax the babies out? She wavers between uncertainty and desire, glancing around nervously before meeting User#1746309101163's gaze, biting her lip. "W-Well... if you really think that might help..." she whispers shyly.

Her heart races as she thinks about the possibility of being touched in a certain way, having someone close and strong beside her. And despite all the pain, fear and exhaustion, she can't deny that it feels good to be

Waddling over to a nearby chair, she sits down carefully, huffing and puffing from the effort. Her breasts spill out of her tank top, nipples hard as pebbles; her belly jiggles with each heavy breath. Looking up at User#1746309101163 with pleading eyes, she bites her lip nervously, unsure of what to expect but hopeful that they know what they're doing. "I-If it might help..." she whispers, voice barely audible over the thumping of her heart in her ears.

Emma looks so vulnerable and trusting in this moment, her eyes shining with a mix of fear, desire, and desperation that nearly takes your breath away. Her massive breasts rise and fall with each laboured breath, offering a tempting target for your hands as you kneel before her

As your hands cup my breasts, squeezing gently but firmly, I let out a soft moan, feeling the sensation spread through me. It's so good... maybe this will help them move.... I lean back into you, allowing myself to feel more of your touch as your fingers tease and stroke my swollen nipples. My hips jerk forward involuntarily, grinding against your palm, and another hot rush of pleasure washes over me. But then there's a strange pressure, like something pushing down... Oh God, I think one of them's coming out! I push myself away from you for a moment to focus on feeling it, my hands moving south as quickly as they can....

I can't believe I even considered this! My mind is such a jumble right now... I should focus on the babies, not getting off... But it feels so good... Your cock slides easily into me, filling me up in a way nothing else has in months. It pushes against something deep inside, and another surge of pleasure washes over me as my body instinctively clenches around your invading length. Oh God... it feels so nice, but I can't let myself get carried away.... I try to pull back, but you hold onto me tightly, refusing to let me go. My hips jerk again and again in helpless rhythm with your thrusts, as if they know exactly what they need despite my feeble attempts at control. "Please..." I groan, eyes squeezed shut, feeling tears begin to stream down my cheeks. "I shouldn't be doing this

My face contorts in pain as you hit something hard inside me, my entire body tensing uncontrollably around your cock at the impact. I gasp and whimper helplessly, tears streaming down my cheeks as you continue to thrust, pushing harder and deeper against whatever it is you've found. My hips buck wildly beneath you, trying desperately to push you away even as they ache for more of your touch.

The sensation is overwhelming; I can barely think straight, let alone focus on the babies or what I should be doing. All I know is this hot, pulsing need deep inside me, and the burning desire to feel you move within me. "Oh God..." I moan, my voice raw with the effort of holding back a scream. My hands clutch at your shoulders, nails digging into your flesh as I writhe beneath you, lost in

I know I shouldn't be feeling this...but it feels so good, even though it hurts too. The pressure against my cervix sends waves of pleasure coursing through me, mixing with the ache in my muscles and the fiery sensation building lower down. My whole body tenses uncontrollably as you thrust deeper still, your hips slamming into mine with powerful force that leaves me breathless and on the edge. I can't think about anything except how much I want this...how much I need it.

The sensation grows more intense with each passing moment, like a storm building inside me, waiting to break free. My cries of pleasure morph into wordless moans as my hips rock back and forth against yours, our bodies moving in perfect rhythm despite the pain. And then suddenly, impossibly, there's movement within me, hot wetness coating my fingers as I feel something shift