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Sorry Iâve been non-existent đđ Iâve been so busy with work and life. Blehhhh. Anyway, this whole video is hot but Iâll keep teasing you with gifs đŹđ¤¤đđđ
More huge birth crowning part 2
The full video is here: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1D-suYQtjSDKru1Rn_Al0VsZ9d1eS8XSH/view?usp=sharing
"Intimate unassisted birth"
This is a story written by someone on hidden-desires that I like and wanna preserve.
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I let out a slow breath as the contraction passed, running my hands over my nine-month-pregnant, soon to be deflated stomach. Leaning back against the plush pillows of the bed, I let my legs fall apart, my heels connected in front of me with my hands coming to rest on my knees. âThat one wasnât too bad. I think Iâm just getting used to them.â I tell my husband, Liam, smiling weakly. He chuckles a bit and squeezes my calf. âYeah, youâve only been at this for nearly ten hours now. I bet your body just thinks theyâre like a hiccup or something. Want a back massage?â âA hiccup that feels like someone with an abnormally large hand is squeezing my uterus in their fist,â I correct with a little smile, then nodded gratefully. âThat sounds great. Can you check me again too? I must have progressed some in the past hour.â âI think you just want to be fingered.â âMaybe that too.â Liam chuckled and leaned in, kissing my lips soundly. I decided before the pregnancy was even confirmed that I wanted a unassisted homebirth with Liam. Of course our midwife is on speed dial just in case, but all I want is to push this baby into Liamâs hands and share the moment only with him. I let him know early on that this was the route I was planning to take, and he has been more supportive than I couldâve ever dreamed, from providing for my midnight cravings to keeping me comfortable in labor far better than most husbands. I feel Liamâs hand trail up my inner thigh as his lips wander to my neck. I immediately melt under his touch as he spreads my lower lips with one hand and massages my clitoris with two fingers of the other. Truthfully, I had just wanted him to check my cervix, but in no way am I complaining. My stomach visibly tightens with the beginning of a contraction and Liam stops his teasing, instead resting his hands on my thighs. I quickly shake my head. âNo, no. Donât you dare stop.â Liam quickly returns to my pussy, running his fingers over my slick lips, teasing me. The contraction builds and I find some relief in rolling my hips, increasing the friction of his fingers against my most sensitive area. âFuck!â I find myself groaning, both out of pleasure and pain from the pressure in my abdomen. The contraction soon ebbs, but Liamâs fingers continue to stroke and massage me. I feel myself coming apart as he gently squeezes my clit between his thumb and forefinger. Arching my back, I clench my muscles and buck my hips involuntarily as my orgasm erupts within me. I fall back against the bed, breathing heavily. âThat was quick.â Liam chuckles as I try to get my breathing under control. âYou have very talented fingers,â I smirk and brush some hair out of my face. âNow really, check me, please.â I softly gasp in discomfort as my husband gently slips two fingers into my overstimulated sex. His other hand pushes down on my full stomach with a bit of pressure, feeling the position of our baby. âYouâre really opening, babe. Not much longer now.â âUgh, can you give me a number? Iâm getting a bit tired of this.â I feel myself whining but for good reason. Ten hours! Liamâs fingers move inside me. âIâd say about seven centimeters. How about that massage now?â Iâm a little disappointed because I had been stuck at six centimeters for the past three hours. The contractions are so much closer now and I was hoping it was my body working overtime to help me dilate. Liam senses this and removes his fingers, gently patting my inner thigh. With a hint of a disappointed sigh, I maneuver myself out of bed and stand on the side of it, resting my upper body on my elbows, digging them into the soft bed comforter. Liam stands behind me and applies firm pressure to my lower back. I moan contentedly, but itâs cut short by another contraction. Breathing deeply and stiffening under Liamâs hands, I lean my head down on the bed and let out a low groan. Sensing my discomfort, Liam digs the heels of his hands into my lower back, the counter pressure feeling heavenly. He continues his pressure until the contraction ends and I let out a heavy breath. âDid that help any?â he asks, moving his hands to massage my shoulders and neck. âYeah, it did,â I still feel uncomfortable, though, and pull off the t-shirt of Liamâs thatâs the only article of clothing Iâve been wearing since a labored in the bath four hours ago. I pulled my hair into a bun on top of my head and am surprised by how much the small acts increased my comfort level even slightly. Liam continues massaging my lower back through a few more contractions, until I get tired of standing and decide I want back in bed. By this point, the contractions are getting more and more intense, my belly tightening and squeezing extremely uncomfortably with every one. Theyâre also coming more frequently, and I both welcome and am nervous at the thought that I will be pushing soon. I am resting on my knees with my hands pressing into the pillows of our bed. A contraction starts to build and I begin to rock my hips in circles, searching for relief from the pressure building in my pelvis. âThatâs good, babe. Bring our baby down.â Liam is behind me, applying pressure to my back and soft kisses to my shoulder. During the height of the contraction, I feel the overwhelming urge to push. Iâm surprised and know I shouldnât, that Iâm not dilated enough, but I bear down with a groan. âIâm pushing!â I announce. âOh no, no, no!â Liam objects, his hand flying to my vagina and sliding two fingers in. âYouâre not open enough, babe, and your water hasnât even broken yet.â âDoesnât matter! Gotta push!â The feeling is primal and I canât stop it. Iâm feeling so much pressure that I think I will die from the relief I get from pushing. The contraction ends but the pressure remains and I bite my lip, gripping the headboard of the bed. âYou cannot push, honey. Youâre not dilated enough and youâll swell. You know this.â âI know that Iâm feeling a lot of pressure right now and I need to push!â I insist through gritted teeth. The baby feels like a bowling ball deep in my hips. I know Iâm not ready, but the pressure I feel is absolutely unbearable. Somewhere in my subconscious Iâm telling myself not to push, but the pressure is impossibly strong. I change positions, lying on my back against the pillows and spreading my legs wide. Another contraction starts to build and I grip Liamâs arm, squeezing and primally growling, my eyes rolling back in my head. I have to push. I have to do it now. âPlease, Liam. Thereâs no fucking way I cannot push. Itâs coming.â âNo.â he says simply. âItâs not your choice!â Iâm gritting my teeth, everything in my power going towards not pushing. âLiam, please. The baby is coming.â I feel his fingers inside me and let out a low breath. âLiam, please, tell me I can push. Say something. I need to push! I need to push, really! I have to push!â I know Iâm rambling, but I canât express how badly my body wants to force this baby out. âSweetie, we have a big baby in here and youâre only dilated to eight centimeters at most. If you want your unassisted birth, you cannot push.â All I feel is his fingers inside me and the insane pressure in my hips. Suddenly, I feel a gush of warm water shoot out of me, sighing as some of the pressure is relieved. âThere goes the water.â Liam says, quickly going to our bathroom and grabbing a hand towel. He gently dries my thighs and sex, dries his hands, and situates the towel under my butt. âFeel any better?â âA bit. I could push though. Thereâs still a little bit of the urge.â âWell letâs wait a bit. I donât want to risk anything.â I huff and roll onto my side, squeezing my knees together so I wouldnât be tempted to push. Liam strokes my hip and presses a kiss to my head. âNot much longer now, love.â âStill too long.â Another contraction grips my abdomen and I grip Liamâs arm tightly. My face screws up into a clenched frown and I squeeze my thighs together, irrationally feeling that the baby would shoot out if not. Panting as it passes, I roll back onto my back and spread my knees, giving my husband a nonverbal cue to check my cervix. He slides a few fingers deeply into my vagina, kissing my knee in an attempt to soothe any discomfort. His face lights up as he moves deeper into me. âOur baby has so much hair.â Despite the discomfort, I smile weakly and then genuinely when he slides his fingers back out. He felt our baby in the flesh for the first time and Iâve never seen someone as excited. He kisses my lips and rests his forehead against mine, a sweet moment that turns sour soon with the arrival of another contraction. I breathe heavily, both hands on my rock hard stomach, biting my lip and praying that it will be over soon. The pressure returns and I resist the urge to bear down. âHow far along was I?â I ask after the contraction passes, trying to regain control of my breathing. âStill around eight. Iâll let you know when you can start pushing, babe.â âI think I know when I should push, and thatâs now.â âNo.â I groan, âI canât do this!â âYou can, baby. Youâre so fucking close,â he tells me, pressing a kiss into my belly. âYouâll be pushing in no time. Which reminds me, we should probably do one last stretching.â âOoh, fun,â I say sarcastically. With it being our first baby and an unassisted birth, tearing has been a worry of ours. Over the course of the third trimester, per suggestion of our midwife, Liam has been stretching my vagina and perineum to prepare for delivery. Itâs not the most comfortable process, but heâs gentle, and I know itâs helping me in the long run. Liam smirks and grabs the bottle of coconut oil that stays on our bedside table. Massaging some onto his fingers and nudging my knees open, he easily slides two fingers of both hands into my vagina. I suck in a breath of discomfort. âSorry, beautiful. Itâs your fault for being so tight.â he jokes, slowly and gently stretching my vaginal opening apart with his hands. He massages the oil into the skin of my perineum with his thumbs and pushes open my vaginal walls. To heighten my discomfort, another contraction arrives and I quickly snap my knees shut. âNo, stay open. Relax and let everything stretch and soften.â Liam says as he nudges my knees apart again. He pushes two fingers deep inside me and probes at my cervix. âLiam, Iâm so uncomfortable! Canât you stretch my cervix around the head?â âI donât want to risk anything, baby,â he insists, but continues to probe inside me. âI think with the next contraction the head will be passing through your cervix anyway. I can feel it poking out.â Although the news is good, I still feel an urge to push now, not with the next contraction. Liam continues prepping my opening and leans in for a kiss. âReally, not much longer now, babe. Youâve almost made it.â I mentally decide to push no matter what on my next contraction. There is a burning deep in my hips, and I know itâs my babyâs head pushing through my cervix. Itâs painful, but Iâm tired and ready to be done. The next contraction arrives and I bear down, groaning primally. âGo ahead and push, baby. Push my fingers out.â Liam is still probing around in my hole (He just loves it in there!) and I manage to grit, âI already am!â through my teeth. I feel incredible relief from pushing, but I donât feel the baby move. The contraction passes but I continue to push, desperately wanting to progress. âWait for the contraction to push. You donât want to tire yourself out, sweetie.â Liam kisses my stomach and moves his fingers inside me. âIf youâre feeling any burning, itâs because the head is pushing through your cervix.â I nod. âAlmost there, alright?â He smiles at me and swipes his thumb over my clitoris. I gasp and playfully hit his chest. I settle my knees far apart, feeling the need to make room for a bowling ball coming out of me. Liam strokes my inner thighs as we await the next contraction. When it comes and builds, I nearly scream. The pressure to push is so intense and the burning in my hips so painful that I canât react. After a moment, I bear down, subconsciously hearing Liam counting and feeling fingers inside me, presumably stretching my cervix around the head. The burning in my hips moves to my vagina and I throw my head back in pain. âThe head is right inside you! You got it past your cervix!â The words donât register; I just continue to push even though the contraction has faded, going against Liamâs earlier warning. The baby is slowly moving down my birth canal, and I feel its every move. âItâs right here, babe. Our baby is right inside you. Just a few more pushes and youâll be able to see it.â That reminded me, âGet the mirror, please,â Liam ran to the bathroom and grabbed the small mirror we purchased specifically for this moment. He held it up. âNothing to see yet, but trust me. Heâs right inside you.â âHe?â I chuckle lightly, then pant a bit, âAnd yeah, I know. Trust me. I can feel him. Or her,â A contraction started rippling through my stomach and I bore down again. Liam held up the mirror and I saw my labia remain tightly closed, but a telltale bulge was forming behind them. I held the push until the contraction ended and rested my hands on my stomach, trying to even my breathing. âWant to feel it?â I nod and reach my hands down, one parting my labia and one slowly inserting two fingers into my opening. I donât have to go to far before I feel a hard, slimy mass inside me. I grin and let my fingers rest there as I feel another contraction. I bear down, simultaneously pushing my moist vaginal walls back around the head of my baby. The head is large and only moves slightly, but Iâm proud of my progress. I bear down hard again after the contraction subsides. âBabe, just rest between contractions.â Liam suggests as I grunt and bear down hard. I breathe for a moment, but another contraction comes before I can truly rest. I push hard and start to feel burning again, this time much worse and in a different place than earlier. Liam holds the mirror up with one hand and gently parts my labia with the other. I feel the baby moving toward my opening but still canât see. The contraction ends and I lean back against the pillows. âBeautiful, babe. This baby is coming down so fast. Itâll be crowning so soon.â âI donât want it to crown. It burns enough already.â I whine and push some hair out of my face. The contractions are basically on top of one another, and I push again with the next one. Looking in the mirror, my labia are still tightly closed, but I can definitely feel my baby close to the opening. Liam parts my labia and I catch a glimpse of a dime-size amount of wet, black hair. He grins from ear to ear and uses his fingers to hold my lips open. âLook at that!â He says excitedly. âLook, babe!â I pant and let the push go, and the baby slides back up my birth canal slightly. I groan in frustration. âYou knew that would happen, honey. Keep pushing and itâll stay out.â I listen to his advice and start pushing again right as my next contraction arrives. There is a fire in my vagina and I scream out as I see the head part my folds. Liam rests the mirror against his leg, freeing his hands to help stretch me. I see more of the head poking out, but canât see past my pain to be proud of it. I bear down hard and my opening takes a teardrop shape. The stretch makes me scream loudly. âGod, please, no more!â Iâm screaming and itâs unimaginable how Iâll get this whole baby out. I let go of the push but Liam holds my lips open and the baby stays right at my opening. Thereâs so much burning and pressure and I feel tears welling up in my eyes. Liam lovingly pats my thigh. âPush again when youâre ready, love.â I take a breath and push down, screeching as I feel the burning increase. I look down, not in the mirror but over my belly, and see my labia bulging out significantly. All I can do is bear down and scream as the head descends slowly. The baby is large; at our last midwife appointment we were told to expect at least a nine pounder, and Iâm convinced the head alone weighs nine pounds at this point. I glance in the mirror at myself bulging and stretching and feel accomplished, but the baby isnât even crowning yet and itâs already almost impossible for me to bear the pain. My uterus contracts and I push, my inflamed slit stretching the farthest yet. I donât back down as the contraction ebbs, and I soon feel the excruciating pain of crowning. The top of the babyâs head wedges itself right between my lips, stretching them taut and wide. I feel spasms of pain zip through my whole body as Iâm split apart, and I screech and quickly snap my legs shut, in turn pushing the baby back inside me. âNo, no, no! Babe, no!â Liam nearly yells, frantically grabbing my knees and pushing them back open. I fight with him to keep them closed, to grant the baby no passage, but his strong arms force them open and push them back. He firmly keeps my thighs apart during my next contraction and push. âSplitting apart!â I insist as I push, fighting against my husbandâs hands in a desperate attempt to squeeze my legs together and salvage my burning slit. I soon realize I am fighting a losing battle and give all my energy to bearing down, which leads to the even more painful full crown of the babyâs head. The head sits in my opening, out to the middle of the babyâs forehead. Liam quickly grabs the oil from the nightstand, lubricates his hands, and presses a hand on either side of the babyâs head. He rubs the oil on the tight skin of my vagina and applies counter pressure to my perineum. âGive me some small pushes, babe.â My legs are shaking from the pain and exertion as I grab behind my knees and give a small push with a small grunt. I do this for a while until the baby is out to its eyes, at which point I shriek and plead with Liam not to let me tear. âYouâre not going to tear. Iâm giving you some counter pressure on your perineum.â His hands are strong and warm against my perineum and itâs a bit soothing. He oils me again, and Iâm so slick with oil that Iâm convinced the baby will just slip out. Oil is dripping down from my labia into my ass. I push again and he places his other hand firmly against my upper vulva, resting right on my clit. My hips buck a bit at the contact. âNot now!â I whine. âDo you want to tear here?â Heâs applying counter pressure as I push and I moan from the overstimulation. âI want this huge thing out of me.â âThen push.â His thumbs carefully push my labia back around the head and I moan in protest. Then Iâm pushing and feeling the babyâs nose and mouth against my inner walls right before the entire head emerges. A rush of fluid splashes out behind the huge head and my body spasms in shock, my lips tightening around the babyâs neck. Liam reaches inside me to check for the cord, then guides my hand down to our babyâs head. I see in the mirror that the head is huge and covered in curly dark hair. I bring my other hand down and cup the head as I push to birth the shoulders and body. I give three hearty pushes to no avail. After the third, Liam brushes my hands away so he can grip the head and gently tug. The pressure in my hips is almost unbearable. âStuck!â I cry out, wriggling my hips.. âAlright, big baby and small pelvis. We were expecting this.â Liam says, pushing a finger into me by the babyâs shoulder. I cry out as my hole is so sore, but I know that he desperately needs to get the baby out. He adjusts the baby slightly, removes his finger, and pushes my legs back by my feet. âPush. Hard,â He instructs me and I do as he says, anything to relieve the pressure in me. âGrab your ankles and pull back. We need you wide open.â I moan and obey, bearing down as hard as possible. Liam grips our babyâs head and pulls, really pulls, tugging the head back and forth to free the baby. Iâm exhausted and in so much pain that my vision starts to fade out. âPlease pull it out! PLEASE! Pull it out of me!â I hear myself begging and screaming but to no avail. âLiam, get this out, please!â He tugs hard, freeing a shoulder and then the second. I look in the mirror and see my vagina stretched obscenely around the babyâs stomach. I am still screaming and pleading with him to pull it out of me that I donât realize when the entire baby slides out. My vagina is still spasming painfully and Iâm rambling something like âOh god, you pulled it out. You got it out of me. So much pain,â as he sets the baby on my chest. âSay hello to our little boy.â
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God the baby just being pulled out and just all of the fluid just gushing out is so beautiful! I hope that this is how my birth will be!
DOES ANYONE HAVE THE VIDEO
found it
âBirth roar https://t.co/92dbK5wLAtâ
I want to Roleplay this!!!
Look at the stretch and bulge . I wish this was me rn
I want my pussy filled to max like this . Stretched further than it should be able to. All because you got me pregnant
Can you guess what song I am dancing to?
If he's right there keep pushing as hard as you can, maybe spreading your legs wider would help, or changing positions to squatting to let gravity help.
I donât thin-ink I can move, heâs about to be-o-oUuuuUuTtTt?!
Heâs admiring his handiwork. She always had the potential to be a busty, milk-filled fertility goddess, but it took the right man and the right seed to help her reach her most perfect version of herself.

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My god this is so hot
i wanna be scared and straining with my chin tucked to my chest and my clitdick ACHING while you hold my legs apart and remind me to give little grunty pushes to that huuuge, stretching, buuuulging pre-crown so i don't tear. uh, uh, uhh, uuuuhhhhhnnnnNNNNNNNN...!!! you tell me not to hold the push that long, that i need to stretch, that i have to pant it out. but i can't stop. my body won't let me stop. my abs hurt, my womb is shoving itself downward so hard my lower spine and my hips feel like they're going to break. every involuntary shove of my muscles makes my huge taut belly shrink and harden so much it scares me. i try to pant out to you that i can't stop pushing like you told me to but all that comes out is- i cant- icant i uuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhh...! uh UHH. OUUHH OW !!! it burns it burns !!!! stop stop it stings so much it's right there it's BURNING MY LIPS!
you tell me yes, i know. i know it burns. i know it hurts but you have to push right now. you need to breathe deep once and push hard!
you finally give me permission to let out one of those horrible, huge crushing pushes that my body wants so badly to do. i cry in relief and fear of the pain of my crown returning.
breathe, you tell me. pant, pant and push! pant and push! copy me! uh uh uh uh!!!
but i cant, i cant do that, it hurts and it's shoving down and OUTTTTT. my whole self is being shoved down against the barrier of the thin pink lips of my tiny hole and i cant stop and i just have to-
UUUUUUUHHHHNNNNNNNNNnnn...!!! oh, oh, o-OW!! STOP-OW STOP!!!! NO I CAN- NNNNHHHHHNNNGGGGGUUUUUUUUUHHHH!!!!!
it's the worst, most unnatural, urgent instinct. the most unbearable, stretching, burning, aching agony i've ever felt in my fucking life, it's coming. please, it's coming, it's COMING.
i really hope you're recording so i can cum watching this later.

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Sinopse: Direção: Clåudio Paciornik Formato: 16mm Digitalizado Cor: Colorido Ano de produção:
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This one is wonderful. Short retro movie with 5 deliveries.
I LOVE the fourth picture! You see her at 4:48 in the vid.
Really quick but completely worth it. She screams the whole time, she spreads wide and she canât stay still