Look at the babies move in there beauty, strong, big and healthy don’t ya think? Maybe they’re running out of space.
Your husband was right about letting someone else get you pregnant, doubt he could give you twins like these two, so active and strong, soon to come out…it was a good baby shower gift from him to give us a weekend in a hotel, so we could keep fucking while he prepared everything.
Ya know? If you two ever want to expand the family with my strong genes, I’ll be glad to help~ I’d love to give a lucky someone triplets 💜
Come on, let’s fuck again, till I make you go into labor
Anna could feel it. The fertility drugs were sending her ovaries into overdrive. She laid her hand over her flat belly as she felt her womb beginning to fill with her eggs. This was her honeymoon present for her husband. Early in their relationship, he had confessed that he had a pregnancy fetish and that he'd always wanted a big family. Anna had promised him that if he married her, she'd make his dream come true. Now, here she was, her womb filled to the brim with fertile eggs as her husband moved between her legs. Over the course of the next 48 hours, Anna lost count of how many loads he pumped into her fertile womb. Something about having sex with the intent of becoming hugely pregnant made Anna cum so hard that she nearly blacked out every time her husband planted his seed in her womb.
Anna had become huge. At just three months along, she could easily be confused for a woman overdue with twins. At the point when the average pregnancy was just starting to show, Anna looked ready to pop. She had no idea how many babies her husband had filled her with, but she did know that she wanted more. This had started as a gift for her husband, a fulfillment of his fantasies, but she had inadvertently unlocked a fetish of her own. She had discovered that she loved being bred. It felt so sexy to be used to grow her husband's children. To be so thoroughly claimed by him that even a casual observer could tell that she was his, inside and out. To surrender her body to its most basic, primal purpose: growing babies. With each passing day, she felt her body changing to fulfill that purpose. Her breasts grew bigger and heavier, her hips widened, and her body became softer and rounder. It was heavenly.
"Honey," She cooed, rubbing the swollen curve of her womb. "I want you to make me a promise. I want you to promise to keep me full of your beautiful babies forever. I want you to keep me as your personal baby factory."
She leaned forward and took his member in her mouth. As she did, she threw back a corner of the blanket, revealing three empty bottles of fertility drugs and a note that read, "Make me more pregnant!".
You know very well how much I like having you rubbing that big belly against my cock, and I know very well how much you like it baby.
You love to worship the dick that gave you that beautifully big belly, you love both, you love being pregnant with my strong babies, every time they kick or move you are reminded of how much you love being like this, and even though you’re still pregnant…about 38 weeks, you can’t help but think on how soon you’d want to get pregnant again, as soon as you birth them maybe?
That’s it baby, keep rubbing your baby bump against my bulge, work for it, work to make it hard and throbbing just how you like it
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There it is, you worked for it and now it’s like you wanted, now bend over and let’s fuck until you’re laboring here in this bed
Jessica thought she was just going in for a regular yearly exam. But her new doctors good looks made it impossible to hide her arousal and things got a bit unprofessional. Now nine months later she was ready to spread her legs in the stirrups and show him the results of their previous exam.