Trinity fucking a very pregnant Baran with her strap. Do it.
where’s a please anon, you know you wanna beg me
barantos - gonna be you and me
by the time the ninth month rolls around, trinity isn’t sure which of them is more physically tired, her or baran.
she understood, had read in medical textbooks, that libido often went tenfold during pregnancy but that was supposed to be around the second trimester and baran was still going.
“please, baby, more. need you again.”
she had to be superhuman, it was the only explanation. it was like she was constantly wet, like she constantly wanted it, constantly needed trinity. she couldn’t function without her.
trinity could barely get home these days without being pounced upon, strap shoved into her arms and boxers pulled to the floor before she could even drop her work bag. she’d become a play thing for baran to use and god above, she was not complaining about that.
“you like that baby? you like my dick in you? pumping you full?”
baran nods through tears and fluttering eyelashes. they have to do it this way these days, baran bouncing in trinity’s lap, belly too big for her to be pinned face down on the bed, body too sore for trinity to rail her from behind. she presses her tits, full and heavy, to trinity’s face and gasps in relief when trinity wraps her tongue around them.
“yes, please, god baby, again. more more more.”
it’s usually gibberish by this point in the evening, baran on her fourth or fifth orgasm, wringing more and more effort out of trinity each time. she’s already a mess but the minute she’s sated, it all comes roaring back again.
“need you again, baby. need it harder. need to know how much you want me.”
“I want you all the time, baby. gonna give you a kid again, as many as you want. gonna knock you up whenever. here just for you.”
trinity isn’t sure how well she can deliver on that promise but judging from the way baran gasps and squirms on her strap, it’s certainly going to be a goal they’re going to strive towards.
