Her (v/o, shy): I don’t always do this…or…um…maybe I do…maybe that’s how I got looking like this in the first place…but…I guess I kind of like the feeling…grabbed by the roots of my hair and thrown down on the bed…pinned under the weight of my husband as he yanks off my tiny top…and he growls in my ear…just the sound of his voice and his breath on my neck… “I’m putting a baby in you…whether you like it or not…”
…and he did…
…and sometimes I think about it and I just want him to do it to me over and over again…throw my big, pregnant body down on the bed and fuck me like he did that night…until I cum so hard I see stars and my legs turn to mush…
Her: “Spring in my step?” I don’t know how much of a spring in my step I can have being nine months pregnant, but thank you for noticing…I will say that I’m in a good mood since the exam went well…and you know how much I love it when my OB rubs up my belly…she’s got very soft fingers unlike your big man hands…although if you wanted to rub those man hands all over my belly when we get home, I wouldn’t object to that at all.
Her (v/o): I’m not usually so brazen as to go out without a bra…usually it’s not safe…my breasts are big and my nipples are a little bit pokey…but as pregnant as I am and as sensitive as everything on my body is…I can’t be bothered with one these days. So, you know, stare at me and enjoy the view if you wish. I already know I look good based on the bulge in my husband’s pants when he saw me in this dress…