She’s sitting right there beside me, leaning over, just staring down at my gut. Seeing her like this hits different. That massive, rounded-out belly is stretched so tight you can practically see the pulse underneath. It’s fucking hypnotic. She looks soft, glowing, totally lost in it as she runs both hands across the curve of her stomach, tracing the lines where the skin is pulled thin. Every time she breathes deep, she moves closer, letting her heavy tits hang low towards my lap. They look even bigger than usual lately, weighed down by the pregnancy and just plain thick.
Everything feels slow but intense. She shifts, moving from lying next to me to hovering right over my face. Her scent is everywhere. Before long, she’s working on me properly, taking me into her mouth while her eyes stay locked on mine. Watching her doze around my length while her huge rack bounces slightly above me is unreal. You can hear every wet sound, real raw and unpolished. There isn’t much space between us with her bump pushing against my thighs, making everything feel cramped and hot in a way that works perfectly.
The pace picks up fast. No more teasing shit. We’re both breathing hard now, the room feeling heavy. She pulls back for a second, looking completely wrecked, before sliding right back down. She wants this finished. As things reach the breaking point, he reaches up, grabbing onto her waist to steady himself. He holds out until he can’t anymore, erupting directly onto that taut, swollen skin. Thick white streaks splash across the high arc of her pregnant belly, dripping slowly down the sides toward her hips. She stays still for a minute, watching the mess coat her stretch marks and smooth skin, looking satisfied af. Just pure, heavy exhaustion after that.
