Balough

And I want him to think, “Holy fuck I could burst just like this. The mother of my children is on my lap. My babies are swimming in her belly. I’m inside her. And she’s not moving and I can’t do anything about it.”

Maybe we have music playing from the speaker and I start lightly swaying my hips on him. Maybe he’d whimper at finally being able to feel me glide over him and he’d grip my thigh so tight, begging me not to stop. But I would, because, this is my pace. You don’t get to be in control right now.

And I might drop my phone that was in my hands on the floor between his legs. I’d bend down as far as I could as much as my belly would allow and he’d nearly slip out, my ass on full display like I’m pretty much asking to be fucked right there on the floor.