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Babe, before you head, I need you for a minute.

She grabs your hand and pulls you to the couch. Then you realize in your groggy state that she was just in her panties and topless, her tits enormous and sway as she moves seem larger than usual. You seen them before in their voluptuous, bouncing glory, and her nips perky as ever the sight of her boobs puts you into a trance.

Ay babe, you still there? Hello?

The light pats on your cheek barely shake you out of your daze, the hunger and tiredness weighing on you, but you resolve yourself enough to listen. Sasha continues:

My breasts have been killing me all day. They won't stop aching, and they feel heavier. I can't even put on my bra, it's so uncomfortable. I don't know what to do.

Despite your fatigue, you console her. Telling her that it's going to be okay and we're gonna figure it out. Holding her hand in both of yours, you look her in the eyes and send her a warm smile. This resonates with her, and she begins to soften her frustrated expression a little. As you let go of her hand, you begin to examine her breast. As you cup her titties in both hands, she begins to whince, flinching with every soft palpation. As you move up brushing on her areolas, she moans:

mmmhh... keep going, I'm okay.

A little concerned but curious, you proceed, circling her nipples with your thumbs. Then, with a slight nudge, she yelps, and before you know it, a small squirt of liquid shots out of one of her nipples towards you. Landing on your lips before you realized what happened, you taste it, a deep sweetness with a tingle of salt rattles your tastebuds. It wakes you up with your mind racing to preserve the memory of that flavor, it feel almost irresistible as you clamor for more. You look at Sasha, who has a wave of embarrassment wash over her face.

Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I didn't know that was going to happen, I swear. I thought milk would happen after the babies were born, but I... Are you good?

You assure her it's okay, and no harm was done. But with that taste cementing into your mind deeper and deeper, you come up with an idea. You ask Sasha, "Do you trust me?" and a bit puzzled, she says:

I trust you babe, but what are you going to do?

And with confirmation, you swiftly latch your mouth around one of her titties. She jumps at the initial contact before quickly soothing down, followed by shallow pants as you feed. As you nurse, your other hand sensually rubs her swollen belly, patting the big baby bump occasionally. You feel her hand cradle the back of your head, further promoting you to not stop.

yeah baby, keep going...

*pants* That feels so good.

You continue to suckle, savoring the taste of her milk, the texture of her nipple on your tongue, the heat from breast on your face. It's not just satisfying your hunger but turning you on as well. Before you even drained the first tit your cock is at full attention, pressing on the inside of your pants begging to be freed. You pry yourself from Sasha's succulent breast, undoing your pants as you stare down at her decadent body. Her flowing hair matching with her soft pleading eyes, further complimented by juicy lips feed into your growing libdo. Your hand sculpt down her contour, sliding past her still leaky and full breasts, rubbing her gigantic pregnant belly before settling at her hip. In a smooth gliding motion you remove her panties, revealing her bright pink pussy, moist from all the foreplay and begging to feel your meat. Looking at you longingly, biting her lip in anticipation she finally mustered up enough thought to whisper:

I want you... I need you, inside me.

You thrust your dick in her, and the feeling is immense. It ripples through you and her as you fuck, every grunts of yours is matched with a moan from her, every pulse from your schlong reverberates in her hole, and as you climax you feel as if the two of you become one. A union of your love resonating between you and her as you slow down as rest beside your beloved. She glances at you lovingly, gently guiding your head in for a kiss.

That was amazing! If being pregnant has you treat me like that, well I think you should get me pregnant more often.

Despite still needing to go back out, you decided to spend some more time cuddling with your gravid sweetheart. While occasionally relieving her boobs from all the stocked up milk, as the day ends with Sasha in your arm as you both fall asleep.