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“I’m gonna put a baby right here” I say gently kissing your stomach as I move on to caress the rest of your body. “ you’re gonna look so good pregnant my love, and I can’t wait to raise a family with you…” As the words leave my lips, I can feel precum leaking from my tip as I tease your pussy lips as the eagerly await to take my fertile seed. Before long, I feel myself slip in feeling your warmth against my throbbing cock. Before long, I can tell I’m about to explode and feel my cock twitch and spasm as I shoot my load deep inside of your womb knowing that this would be the load that gave us what we both want…

That was 9 months ago, and I must admit I am throughly happy with the results, your body suited pregnancy perfectly and I fell deeply in love with your pregnancy glow, you’re breasts and belly had grown heavy but I could tell you loved your new body and the curves that came with it.

I was so happy to be starting a family with you but i couldn’t help but think that this would be the first of many and I could get used to seeing you like this all the time ❤️

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admiring his property 🥰

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kinky stuff is nice sure but the intimacy of pregnancy turns me on so so much.

the way your partner's eyes widen at being told that you're pregnant. that their baby is currently occupying your womb. they tenderly care for you through the bad parts of the first trimester. they bring you water, rub your back as you vomit, fix you soup and teas for your stomach. even though there's no noticeable bump, they still rub your belly, which admittedly makes you feel better due to the stomach aches and bloating.

during the second trimester they get so excited seeing your bump finally come in. they insist on you wearing clothes that hug your belly. they cant keep your hands off of you, telling everyone that you're carrying their baby. they're constantly touching your belly or your widening hips. they join you in your frequent naps and even try your weird cravings.

during the third trimester it gets difficult again, this time due to being so big, but they support you so well. they bring you whatever you need so you dont have to get up. and if you do need to get up, they make sure to help you. when your belly feels too heavy, they hold it for you, lifting the weight off your poor back. they love feeling the baby through your skin. they often cuddle with you, rubbing your belly and occasionally poking your flesh to provoke the baby into kicking.

leading up to labor, they do everything to comfort you. they hold you and tell you how wonderful you are as you get false contractions, which only get worse leading up to the actual birth. during the actual birth, they focus on making you comfortable. they refill your water bottle as many times as you need and they bring you the occasional snack. they hold your hand and rub your hair as you contract. when you push, they're holding your hand and kissing your head, telling you that you're doing a perfect job and they love you so much. when they finally see the baby, they're over the moon. they cant decide whether to fawn over you or the baby. you did such a good job and they couldnt be more in love than they already are.

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Thinking about being heavily pregnant with twins at the beach.

I’d be wobbling and laboring down the access ramp, the heaviness from my belly and the uneven terrain making my lower back ache with every step.

But you always take such good care of me.

My big strong man, lugging the cooler, umbrella, and beach chairs so that all I have to do is protect the babies in my tummy. Because how could you let love of your life lift a finger while she’s growing your children?

I would take a moment to collect myself before we settled on the perfect spot in the sand. Hearing my ragged breaths would have you whipping your head around to look at me while anchoring our umbrella.

“You okay there?”

“Not sure. They’re squirming in here. Think they’re already itching to build sand castles.”

I would start to remove my cover-up, revealing a black bikini you’ve sworn you’ve never seen before. And fuck, it was stretched.

Thin pieces of string strewn across my frame, within seconds of giving out if I even dared to bend or twist. The top barely covering my spilling breasts. The bottoms cheekily showing off my round ass, the one you oh so loved to grab while reminding me who I belonged to.

Seeing me like this reminded you of the other night at our beach house, getting lost in the moment as you drilled into me:

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“Who did that to you? Hm? Who made those hips so wide and those tits so big?”

“Y-you did.”

Yeah? What’d I do?

“Got me so knocked up, baby. Put a couple babies in my belly and claimed me.”

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You escape your daydream to see me standing over you, hand outstretched. I interlock my fingers with yours as we walk towards the water, the coolness and squishy sand soothing my swollen ankles. We stand there for a moment, looking at each other, while you slowly slip your hand to cradle under my bump.

“This is just perfect, don’t you think? Couldn’t have dreamed of anything better. Couldn’t have picked a better person to be the mother of my children.”

“It’s all perfect. Except maybe it would be even better to have a squad of children here with us. You know I’d let them bury you in the sand.”

“Soon, baby. Next summer, you’ll have the twins on each of your hips and their sibling inside you. Plenty of people to gang up on me.”

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I’m so excited to bear his children 😊🌷

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39 weeks

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Do you fantasize about this? Does just the thought turn you on? Thinking about being swollen and heavy with a baby?

Your hips spread and now nice and wide to cradle, your ass plump and full, your breasts heaving with milk. And your belly. Your beautiful, round, heavy belly. Do you just want to lay in bed feeling my baby kick? Waiting for me to come home so you can take my big hand and place it on your sensitive belly. Waiting for me to grin ear to ear. To know how hungry I am for you as I rub your poor back and aching hips.To lean in and kiss you deeply as I rub your maternal swell. Feeling me pull you in close, hands going to your sensitive tits as I start kissing down your neck. My warm mouth finding your engorged dark nipples, thick and leaking, and taking them in. Latching on your breast and sucking even though it hurts a little with how tender and raw they are. Feeling me get rock hard against your belly and throbbing to be in you. Knowing this is the cock that made you like this. Imposed this heavy pregnancy on you. Making you huge and vulnerable. Making you feel all the extra weight as I place you in position to ride me. One hand rubbing your big stretch marked belly as the baby kicks. The other squeezing your hurting tits but feeling so good. Heaving your swollen body up and down as you struggle to grind on me. looking down past your enormous distended belly at me and seeing how much I wanted this. How badly I wanted every part of you achingly full. Feeling me drive into you with only one goal in mind :To make the mother of my baby cum and cum and cum.

Does knowing how much I want you pregnant like this turn you on? Wishing my hands were exploring those wide birthing hips, grabbing your thick strong thighs and ass, caressing your tender breasts and worshipping your big belly. Is that what you want?

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When she’s ovulating, mount her everywhere. Put as many loads inside her to claim her

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We’d have the cutest babies. If you even care

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Her figure is so sexy😻🥚

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Three cards. You woke up to three Father’s Day cards on the kitchen table, standing upright & scattered throughout the setup of your brand new grill set and the breakfast spread I had woken up early to make you. One card from our son, who drew the two of you holding hands in blue crayon. He tells us all the time he wants to be just like you.

One “from” our daughter, who can’t speak in full sentences yet but *telepathically* told me to tell you how you’re her protector and the greatest guy she’ll ever know.

And one from me, writing about how, in every lifetime, I’d choose you to be the father of my children. Every time I dreamed about the man that would be my husband and my teammate in raising a family, it was the person you were to your core.

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We’d decided on bowling as our Father’s Day activity. Our boy insisting on no bumpers because he wanted to “beat you the fair way”. Our girl in your arms lightly pushing the ball off the dinosaur ramp as you leaned down for her and squealing when she saw a few pins knock down.

Some rounds of air hockey and pinball in the arcade and an order of cheese fries later, we were on our way home for our yearly tradition of barbecuing in the yard. The kids and I would play cornhole while you manned the grill. We moved to the dining room once dinner was ready, unwinding after a day that was spent cherishing how special you were to us.

And you love times like this. Times where it’s just the four of us, having dinner together, watching the kids babble to each other.

Knowing that we made the two best people on earth.

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Quiet, child-free moments where we could just be alone with each other were few and far between. So the minute the kids were sound asleep, I placed a hand on your chest to push you to the couch and straddled myself on your lap. My t-shirt thrown off my body, practically launching myself onto your lips to kiss you.

“Whoa—easy, sweets. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I can stop if that’s what you’d prefer.”

You’d smack my ass lightly and squeeze, letting me know that you definitely didn’t want me to stop. I’d lazily grind my core onto yours, feeling how warm you were underneath me and how much my touch was affecting you. Lifting myself to keep my weight on my knees, unzipping you and helping you shimmy your boxers down.

I’d slip my loose cotton shorts to the side, too hurried and desperate to fully undress, and guide you to my entrance to sink down. The stretch of you never getting old and always feeling like it was our first time together.

“Shit, princess. So tight. Not going to last long if you keep clenching around me like that.”

I would moan at your words, throwing my head back and giving you full access to my neck and chest to start littering it with kisses and bites. You always know how to get me to start running my mouth.

“You feel so perfect baby. Stretching me out so well. I’ll never get enough of feeling you inside me.”

“Yeah? Going to let me flood this little pussy up? Gonna thank me for giving you all those babies, hm? Use your words.”

“Mhmmm. We make the prettiest babies on the planet. Want more.”

You’d place your hand on my stomach and press, tummy still so squishy from growing two babies. You thought it was one of the sexiest things about me, the way it lost its firmness over time and instead moved with how my hips were bouncing over you.

I’d spread my legs wider to take you even deeper, feeling your tip nudge my cervix over and over. Staying on top of you while we both rode our highs, feeling you fill me up while we kissed and fought for breath.

We’d pull our lips off of each other, my arms still wrapped around your neck as I felt you soften inside me, foreheads pressed together.

“I think I just got you pregnant again.”

I’d give you a mischievous smirk. One that hides some kind of secret that you can’t decipher.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I just know that you didn’t get me pregnant right there.”

You look at me like I’ve just shattered your dreams.

“I just know it wasn’t this time—because we’re already having another baby. You’re going to have four cards on that table next Father’s Day”

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Missionary, no condom, intense eye contact, your legs wrapped around me, deep creampies

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Young Beautiful Pregnant Goddess with Twins❤️❤️

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