heavywithourbabies: As I slowly thrust into you, parting your swollen and heavier lips I’m str
heavywithourbabies: As I slowly thrust into you, parting your swollen and heavier lips I’m struck by just how warm and soft you feel. I know your body is doing so much but over the course of the third trimester you’ve become soft as butter. I read in one of the expecting books that this might happen as your cervix is preparing to give birth. I can’t help but moan softly at the sensation of your soft wet walls squeezing around me. I want to tell you how much I love your pussy like this and go on about in vivid detail but parts of me worry you’ll find it distasteful or a turn off. I push the thought away as I look down on you. My wife. My better half. Huge and full. Heavy and ripe. You were always beautiful to me but our baby has made you so much more, womanly. I could spend hours looking at your body and not have enough. I feel actually frustration I don’t have more hands to feel every inch of you at once. I can’t wait to meet our son but in truth I wish I could keep you this way forever. To me you’ve become some sort of fertile earth goddess. Something that I want to pleasure and worship always. But then you smile at me and it hits home that this is real. You’re actually real. Almost as if on cue I see a bulge in your swollen belly and you let out a little gasp. All the movement has woken up our son and he wants to us to know he’s real too. I know how much your body aches now and I can’t even begin to thank you for doing this for us. For me. For him. So, for the moment I use my free hand to rub and soothe the spot where he kicked. I’ll never get over how dense and heavy your belly feels. You’re perfect like this. -- source link