hentext: She had tried to put on her favorite skirt that morning, only to realize it no longer fit.
hentext: She had tried to put on her favorite skirt that morning, only to realize it no longer fit. It would again, eventually, once the baby was born and she’d had a chance to get back to he gym. But that morning, with her tits feeling so heavy and her belly so swollen, she just hadn’t felt pretty. “What are you talking about?” he asked, frowning with that look that every guy wore when his woman said something that made complete sense in her head and not a lick to him. “You’re absolutely gorgeous.” “No, I’m not!” she’d insisted. He took a deep breath, smiled, and said, “Yes, you are. And I’ll prove it after work.” When she had gotten home that day, he was already naked, the camera set up on the tripod. He’d taken one look at her and ordered, “Strip.” She started to do so, slowly, carefully. But that wasn’t what he wanted. Instead he grabbed her and ripped the clothes from her body. He didn’t say anything, but simply wrapped his arms around her. Feeling, stroking, squeezing, teasing. Making sure the camera captured every gasp, every moan. When she was good and wet, he turned her around, bent her over, and buried his cock inside of her, pounding the sweet, fertile cunt that was carrying his child. Later, after he’d cum deep inside of her, he pulled her into his arms, tied the camera into his computer, and put the video on for them to watch. She was shocked to see how she looked, all round and floppy. But more importantly she could see how enthusiastically her breasts bounced at the apex of each thrust, how possessive his hands were as they explored her body. He wasn’t just fucking her because he needed to get off, but because he thought she was damned sexy. And with that in mind, she couldn’t help but let her fingers curl around his cock and start to tease him into shape for round two… -- source link