Sonja sits back: just staring—looking heavy. That stomach is fucking massive: tight skin everywhere. She’s got an orange bowl of water on the floor near her feet, lowkey prepping for something. Then she starts moving her hands over herself: rubbing that stretched-out belly. It looks intense af.
She shifts to the tiles now: leaning back against the wall while the water gets messy. Using it to prep—maybe shaving or just playing with the wetness on her skin. Ngl, watching her handle that bump is pure fetish stuff. She’s focused: fingers sliding from the curve of her stomach straight down into the crevice.
Total mess. The way she handles herself while pregnant—it’s different: more weight, more friction. Just solo masturbation in a cold room with warm water and a massive belly. Zero shame. Just raw sensation. Total filth. Pure hedonism.
