voluptuousfertility:

She lay on her back for you, legs spread and pussy pressed forward. Her breasts bounced with every fuck as your cock hit her cervix. Bent in two, she wanted you pushing her limits, stretching her out on your length. But she didn’t know how fertile you were. Seven months down the line she knew. Eighty pounds, breasts doubling in size and resting on the mound of her womb that your son grew inside. Her body growing and stretching, she couldn’t help herself and her hands went to her cunt at every private moment. Perpetually wet, stretched and aching, just constantly begging for release.