She walked in like she actually belonged there, no hesitation. Seeing her standing there, visibly heavily pregnant with that massive, rounded gut leading the way, changed everything. She had this predatory vibe about her, especially seeing how her large breasts strained against her clothes as she stepped toward the bed. Things got heated fast. Hardly any buildup required—just immediate, aggressive grabbing and kissing.
His hands couldn’t stay off her. He spent most time tracing over the curve of her pregnant belly, feeling the tension there before moving upward to squeeze those heavy, thick tits. It was intense, real quick transitions from petting to full-on grinding on the mattress. Eventually, they shifted until she was positioned perfectly. Watching her take charge for a blowjob was something else; she didn’t hold back at all, working him with a focused intensity that left zero room for anything else.
Once the mood peaked, she pulled away only to mount him immediately. Cowgirl position looked effortless for someone carrying that much extra weight. The sight of her sitting high on him, that huge pregnancy bulge pressed right against his stomach as she slammed down rhythmically, was peak fetish material. Each downward stroke seemed heavier than the last. She leaned back slightly sometimes to show off exactly what he was riding, making sure every inch of her body was part of the friction. They kept going until neither could move anymore, finally collapsing onto the pillows in a sweaty, exhausted heap once it was done.
