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When you get home after a long day in the office and you're just so fucking pregnant you could scream, I want you to order me into our room. Make me kneel on the ground as you slowly peel off that xlarge maternity outfit you are already outgrowing. Remove your flats and let your swollen feet breathe. Strip down to your stockings, get on all fours, and present yourself to me. Tell me to take a good long look at what I've done. Ask me if I enjoy the damage I have done to you. Tell me to get in close. Order me to breathe you in deep, that musk that comes with your constant wet swollen sex. Ask if I can smell all those pheromones just oozing out of your expectant heavy body. Tell me all about how tired and achey and sweaty you are after such a long exhaustive day of being miserable and vastly pregnant..... Demand I remove the stockings and get to work servicing you with my mouth. Ask if I can taste just how fucking pregnant you are.

(ノω<。)ノ))☆.。

they get stupidly wet thinking about being marked from the inside with your warm cum

So close I can almost taste it.

The Lovers (1958) dir. Louis Malle