to be haunted by the living

When she’s bucking her hips, her face contorting, her cock throbbing uncontrollably as her heart pounds, my brain is off. My cunt is in control. It tells me this is everything. I don’t care how fertile I am or how the only thing between her thick cum and my cervix is the distance from her balls to her cockhead.

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“oh, look at you, sweetheart. if i didn’t already know you were knocked up i could figure it out just from looking at your puffy pregnant cunt.”

“soon you’ll be so big that everyone can see what i did to you, but for right now it’s just between us. so good for me, carrying our little secret.”

“you’re already glowing, look how flushed you are.”

“poor thing, are your tits already getting sensitive this early on? i can only imagine how much worse it’s going to get.”

“that’s right, baby, take the cock that knocked you up. take the cock you got yourself good and pregnant on.”

“god your pussy feels even better now that i’ve claimed your womb. it’s like your body knows it’s all mine.”

“of course i’ll finish inside you. not like you can get any more pregnant than you already are.”