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Tell me you’d add your load! 😃 Or do you feel inclined to cl..

Tell me you’d add your load! 😃

Or do you feel inclined to clean it up?

I guess there is two types of guys and I love them both!

Doms and subs! Although hubby is the only sub I have!

I love that this dress ticked the more appropriate box, but ..

I love that this dress ticked the more appropriate box, but also just shows everything. Let’s just say it’s a staple in my wardrobe now.
Also don’t mind me touching myself because I just can’t help it at the moment 😜😜😜

Happy Monday, I hope you enjoy my growing belly today. I am ..

Happy Monday, I hope you enjoy my growing belly today. I am growing so quickly and enjoying ever day of it. ❤️😘

I get attached to any outfit i wear to one of my GBs! 😀 and ..

I get attached to any outfit i wear to one of my GBs! 😀 and this one was a favourite with all the guys! 😉

Because I’m pregnant- this is what hubby got me for Mother’s..

Because I’m pregnant- this is what hubby got me for Mother’s Day! 😜
5 guys and a hotel room!

You’ll love this video- because I had all my holes filled at the same time!

Tonight’s scene 😜 A lot of cock…a lot of cum!

Tonight’s scene 😜
A lot of cock…a lot of cum!

😀 I love getting off knowing that you guys will be watching ..

😀 I love getting off knowing that you guys will be watching it soon! 😃

Update 😜

Update 😜

Let me help you jerk off! 😜

Let me help you jerk off! 😜

The things I’d let you do to me! 😜 I’d love to know the stat..

The things I’d let you do to me! 😜

I’d love to know the statistics of guys who have been with a pregnant woman that wasn’t their wife! Surely it’s really low!

After the things I have done these last couple of weeks… not..

After the things I have done these last couple of weeks… not sure I should be wearing white! 😉

My Hotwife Journey Pt 38"Pregnant Cum Slut: The Messiest Wet..

My Hotwife Journey Pt 38
"Pregnant Cum Slut: The Messiest Wettest Fuck of My Life"

It was straight from the chaos of the kids' weekend sports—muddy shoes, forgotten water bottles, screaming in the car—straight into what I really needed.

A sitter was sorted.
The hotel was booked.
And my pussy? Already leaking.

I didn’t want wine. I didn’t want dinner.
I wanted cock.
I wanted cum.
I wanted to be bred. Again. And again.

My body has been in heat this entire pregnancy. My tits are swollen and tender. My pussy is soaked almost constantly. And the need to be filled—to feel it leaking out of me, running down my thighs, warm and heavy—has been driving me absolutely fucking wild.

So I didn’t waste time.

As soon as I got into the room, I stripped.

Out of my mum clothes, and into something more honest.
Black leather lingerie—tight, slick, barely able to hold my tits or stretch over my belly.
With a matching black thong and a pussy dripping like a walking cum dump in heat.

I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and couldn’t help but smile.

My belly round. My nipples hard. My thighs slick.
I looked like I’d been fucked already.

I was ready for cock.
And more than that—I was starving for cum.

Not a little. Not a polite fuck and a towel.
I wanted to be flooded.

I wanted it in my pussy. In my mouth. On my belly. On my tits.

I wanted to walk out of that hotel dripping and reeking of cock.

The knock came.

I opened the door—still barefoot, lingerie clinging to my curves, tits nearly spilling out, pussy glistening between my thighs.

He stepped inside. We didn’t waste any time. He pulled his long pants off and kissed me like I was already his.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, legs wide, cock already thick and heavy between them.

I dropped to my knees without a word—exactly where I belonged.

His cock was hard and bigger then hubby’s. Thick, pulsing, veiny—the kind that makes your mouth water just from looking at it.

I knelt between his legs, the soft pressure of my belly brushing against his shins as I leaned forward. It was round, full, tight against the leather of my lingerie, and I could feel the weight of it dragging me forward, making me arch my back naturally as I settled into place.

I wrapped one hand around the base of his cock and looked up at him as I opened my mouth.

He didn’t move. But I saw it—his breath catch, the flicker of a smirk in the way his jaw flexed as I took the first few inches of him between my lips.

Then more.

Then deeper.

My lips stretched around him, my spit already coating his shaft as I started sucking with purpose—long, hungry pulls, using my tongue like I was starving.

And in a way, I was.

My pussy clenched the moment he hit the back of my throat.

Not from being touched. Not from anything other then the pure, desperate thrill of being used.

I moaned around him and felt the vibration ripple through his cock.

His thighs tensed under my hands.

His cock twitched in my mouth.

His balls pulled tighter.

He was trying to stay in control, but I could feel how close I was to making him lose it.

I kept going. Faster. Wetter. Dirtier.

I let my spit run down to his balls, soaking them, then took one in my mouth, sucking it while stroking his shaft and swirling my tongue like it belonged there.

Behind me, I heard a soft moan.

I didn’t have to look to know who it was.

Hubby had got his cock out.

He stood a few feet away, his cock already in his hand, twitching as he stared down at me.

I didn’t stop.

I let the bull’s cock hit the back of my throat again and again, gagging, sucking harder, moaning through every stroke.

My belly shifted with every movement.

Tight and swollen. Tits jiggling as I bobbed my head faster. My thighs pressed together, trying to relieve the heat growing between my legs.

I was soaked just from this.

Just from having my throat used.

Just from knowing how full I’d be by the end of this.

I could already imagine it—my pussy leaking, my belly sticky with cum, my mouth still tasting him.

And this? This was only the beginning.

I pulled off his cock, spit-slick and twitching, and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

Then I climbed up—my knees straddling his thighs, my belly brushing his chest as I hovered above his cock, still wet from my throat.

He held his cock steady, and I reached between us, guiding the thick head to my soaked opening.

I didn’t ease onto him. I lowered myself all at once, letting him stretch me wide as my pussy swallowed him whole.

We both groaned.

He filled me completely, and the stretch was just as good as I’d hoped—thick, hard, deep.

My belly rested against him as I started to move—slow, heavy grinds at first, letting myself adjust to how much of him was inside me.

I could feel him everywhere.

My pussy clenched hard as I began to bounce—each thrust sending a wet slap through the room, the sound of my soaked cunt grinding down onto him echoing off the hotel walls.

I placed my hands on his chest for balance, tits bouncing free from the leather cups with every bounce.

My belly moved with me, heavy and proud, and I didn’t try to hide it—I wanted him to see it.

To see what he was fucking.

To know he was buried inside a cum-hungry, knocked-up hotwife who couldn’t get enough cock.

I looked over at hubby, still standing nearby in his pink panties, his cock in his hand, trembling as he watched me ride another man like I was made for it.

His eyes were locked on the place where I took him—the way my pussy spread open around that cock, the way my thighs quivered with every grind.

“Look at me,” I said in my head, not even needing to say it aloud.

Because he was.

At one point, I slowed my rhythm—still grinding, still full, but suddenly needing more.

I leaned forward, slowly rising off his cock, feeling it slip free with a thick trail of cum stretching from my pussy to his lap.

I turned, shifted, and dropped back down between his legs, face first into the slick mess I had left on his cock.

His cock was coated—in me, in him.

I took him into my mouth again, licking the warm mess off his shaft.

I tasted myself. Tasted the breeding.

I licked under the head, sucked the tip, then dragged my tongue down to his balls and cleaned him like a slut who knew her place.

And that’s when I felt it—hubby behind me.

He had moved up silently, his cock hard again, still wrapped in his little pink panties that had been soaked through with precum.

I didn’t stop sucking.

And hubby didn’t wait.

He slid into me from behind, slowly, carefully, and gasped the second his cock disappeared into my cum-filled pussy.

The squelch was audible.

He was fucking a hole that had already been stretched—and it was still leaking.

His strokes were short and desperate.

I was spitroasted. Again.

A pregnant hotwife with her mouth full and so was her pussy.

This was where I thrived.

I moaned around the cock in my mouth as my husband picked up pace behind me, both of them using me from either end.

And it wasn’t even close to over yet.

I pushed myself up indicating for Hubby to stop fucking me.

I got back on him and started bouncing faster.

Harder.

Grinding my clit down onto him with each drop, my wetness squelching with every thrust, his cock hitting the deepest part of me.

I was so full. So tight. So fucking ready.

I was grinding down onto him, soaked and breathless, my belly swaying with every bounce. He gripped my hips tighter—and then shifted beneath me.

He wanted a better view.

He leaned back, lifted me slightly, and turned me around.

Reverse cowgirl.

Now my belly faced out, heavy and beautiful. My hands braced against his thighs as I sank back down on his cock.

My ass met his lap with a wet smack, and I started riding him again, this time letting him watch every ripple, every bounce, every inch of me take him deep.

Behind me, I could hear his breathing change.

I arched my back, shoved my hips harder down onto him, and locked eyes with my husband standing right in front of me.

He stood there in his pink panties, one hand gripping his cock.

He watched, helpless and aroused, as another man bred his wife.

And then—it happened.

I felt the cock inside me throb, pulse, swell—

And then explode.

He groaned beneath me, hips jerking, burying himself deep as the first rope of cum shot inside me.

Then another.

And another.

Hot, thick, flooding my pussy like I had never felt before.

It was the biggest load I had ever taken.

So much that I felt it push back out with every twitch, spilling from my stretched pussy and dripping down over his balls and onto the sheets below.

I didn’t stop moving.

I kept grinding through it, moaning with every gush, my ass still bouncing, my hole overflowing.

And I never took my eyes off my husband.

He watched the entire thing.

Watched me be filled. Flooded. Owned.

I finally lifted myself off his cock, slowly, teasingly, letting his thick shaft slip free with a loud, wet pop.

The moment I moved, a rush of cum poured out of me—hot, thick, white, oozing down my thighs in messy strings and dripping onto the bed.

I was an absolute wreck.

My inner thighs glistened. His cock was still slick and twitching, glistening with the mix of my arousal and the massive load he’d just pumped into me.

And my pussy?

Still wide open. Still leaking.

I shuffled forward until I was at the edge of the bed.

“You can do a little clean up before you add your own little mess.”

Hubby dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed like he’d been waiting for the command.

Still wearing his pink panties, his cock twitching uselessly, he leaned in and pressed his tongue to my dripping pussy, groaning as he tasted the mess.

His tongue lapped at my folds, desperate to collect every drop. He buried his face in me, licking along the seam, trying to scoop the cum out with slow, circular motions, sucking gently on my opening like he was trying to pull it out.

He moaned with every taste, worshipping the aftermath of what I’d been given.

And I just lay there, smiling to myself.

Because no matter how hard he tried—he wasn’t getting it all.

He thought he was cleaning me up.

But he had no idea just how much cum was still inside me.

No idea how much had soaked deep into me—into the places his cock could never reach.

He was licking the surface. But I had been bred.

And I was still full.

After he finished licking me—tongue soft and slow, like he was trying to savour every drop—I rolled onto my back and looked at him.

His cheeks were flushed, his pink lacey panties clinging wetly to the outline of his cock.

He looked wrecked. Desperate. And so, so eager.

I smiled and straddled him.

The moment I sank onto him, I moaned. Loud.

Because my pussy was still soaked—still leaking from the load I’d just taken, and as I sat down, I felt all of it move inside me.

His cock swam through the mess, the wet squelch of his entry making both of us gasp.

I started riding him slowly at first, letting him feel it all.

The way my walls gripped him.
The way his cock slid through another man’s cum.
The way my pussy didn’t stop leaking.

My belly bounced above him, tits jiggling with every movement as I rode my husband with the mess still inside me.

I leaned back, giving him the full view of my body—leather clinging to my curves, belly high and proud, my pussy stretched and used.

He grabbed my hips, tried to thrust up into me, but I pinned him down.

This was my ride.

And I made sure he knew it.

Every bounce pushed out more cum, every grind smeared it across his cock and his soaked panties.

When I felt him twitching beneath me, I slid off, licked my lips, and dropped between his legs.

I sucked him deep, slow, sloppy.

The taste hit my tongue immediately—not just him, but the mix of everything.

His cock coated in my juices, his spit, and the thick, salty cream of the man who had fucked me first.

I moaned around him as I sucked, letting him twitch in my mouth, my tongue swirling under his shaft as I made sure he felt just how much I loved tasting it all.

And then—I turned over.

Got on all fours.

Ass up. Belly swinging.

I looked back at him. He was already climbing behind me.

He entered me again—his cock sinking into a pussy that had already taken the biggest load everand this time it was too much.

The wet sounds were obscene.

His cock pumped into me, stirring the mess, cum slapping against his thighs, dripping onto the bed.

He grabbed my hips tighter and fucked me like he couldn’t stop—moaning, whimpering and thrusting.

And then he came.

Hard. Deep.

I could feel it—a fresh wave of warmth added to the pool already inside me, mixing, overflowing, soaking the sheets, running down my thighs.

I collapsed forward, my body exhausted, my belly tight and glowing, my pussy absolutely overflowing with cum.

Two loads.

Two of the biggest loads.

And I still wasn’t done.

We finally collapsed—sweaty, used, panting.

I sat on the side of the bed, thighs still spread, and every shift of my hips made a wet squelch.

My pussy was that full.

I could feel it leaking down my thighs, thick and constant, and both of them just stared—admiring what they’d done to me. Not only that but it literally squelched every time I moved.

My pussy was absolutely wrecked.

We talked quietly for a bit, catching our breath. Casual words, lazy laughs. But even then, I could feel it…

The weight of the cum inside me. The stretch. The warmth.

It wouldn’t stop leaking.

I reached between my legs, slid two fingers through the slick mess, and rubbed myself slowly, still swollen, still soaked. And casually I played with all the cum that was still inside me.

That was all it took.

They were watching again.

And suddenly, we were all touching ourselves.

The room filled with the wet sounds of skin, breath, and the slick strokes of overstimulated, cum-dripping desire.

Round two had begun.

He stood up. I dropped to my knees, sucked him hard, fast, deep. No teasing. No warmup.

I needed it.

Then he turned me around and placed me gently onto the bed.

My legs spread he slowly slid into me.

Cum sprayed out of my pussy with every thrust.

Literally—splattering onto the sheets, dripping to the floor, flinging out with every hard slap of his hips into mine.

He held my hips tight, fucked me harder then before, using my already-bred cunt like it was still his.

And it was.

I moaned—every thrust forcing more of his first load out of me, making space to use me all over again.

Eventually he groaned, pulled out, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

I crawled to him, still leaking, and took his cock into my mouth, working him fast.

My tits pressed together, slick with sweat and leftover cum, and I looked up at him as I sucked like the hungry, messy slut I was.

He finished with a grunt—thick streams splashing across my chest, coating my tits in his second load.

It dripped down my belly.

Seconds later, hubby stepped forward, stroking furiously—his eyes locked on the mess covering me—and added his own second load to the mix.

More cum across my tits. More dripping down.

I didn’t move. I just let it happen. Let it cover me. Let it claim me.

And when it was finally quiet again, I sat back, looked at myself, and smiled.

My pussy was still leaking.

I could feel it in me—deep, thick, hot.

Four loads. Two men. One ruined, dripping, cum-stuffed slut.

And I’ve never been more satisfied.

Or more in awe of what this body can take.

Still your favourite top? 😉

Still your favourite top? 😉

I can’t tell you how good nipple play has been feeling for m..

I can’t tell you how good nipple play has been feeling for me lately.
They are so sensitive that it’s sending me into over drive….. and I love it!!!!

Sometimes all I need is 3 minutes alone with my fingers and ..

Sometimes all I need is 3 minutes alone with my fingers and I’ll be a very happy relaxed lady!
Would you want me to keep my boots on? 😈😜

Big beautiful belly update 😘😘

Big beautiful belly update 😘😘

Dress me up and dress me down. I love how. Loathes cling to ..

Dress me up and dress me down.
I love how. Loathes cling to my body now. Also needed to upsize in my bras because my boobs are growing so fast. If only someone would volunteer to hold them all day while I worked 😈😈😘

Just me a pregnant woman that really needed a good ride. So ..

Just me a pregnant woman that really needed a good ride. So rode my old faithful and enjoyed myself very much 😜😘

Playing with each others clits 😃 Still one of the funnest ni..

Playing with each others clits 😃

Still one of the funnest nights of my life!

Not long now until I’m at it again but this time pregnant! 😉

My new toy… and to think that this is the small one 😉

My new toy… and to think that this is the small one 😉

So I have been sitting on something since yesterday… but for..

So I have been sitting on something since yesterday… but for good reason because today I was busy letting my 21 year old friend have a second turn of my pregnant pussy!

Anyway here it is… it’s literally straight out of a movie scene. You wouldn’t read about it!

Yesterday I went to my families Easter Lunch.
One of my cousins who I am quite close with was going to be introducing her new partner.

Now it’s not often that partners… well new partners are introduced into our family. There isn’t really anyone who is still single. So it was an exciting time!

Well… turns out. Her new partner is our old bull!

I couldn’t believe it. Hubby couldn’t believe it. If you saw my face it would have been a viral GIF!

He at least had enough sense to pretend we were all strangers! THANK GOD!

Question is… what do I do now!

Happy Easter 😃

Happy Easter 😃

You actually have no idea how wet my pussy is now that I’m p..

You actually have no idea how wet my pussy is now that I’m pregnant!

It’s literally a daily waterfall down there!

I keep forgetting to upload my weekly updates… maybe because..

I keep forgetting to upload my weekly updates… maybe because for the past week I have had private lives! They are so much fun! 😜

😃 My pussy has taken so many cocks over the last few weeks… ..

😃
My pussy has taken so many cocks over the last few weeks… but it still needs more!

Everyone has been loving my first time taking a BBC while pr..

Everyone has been loving my first time taking a BBC while pregnant! 😉

Honestly I must of forgotten how horny I am when I’m pregnant! Because my craving for cock has been next level!

MY HOTWIFE JOURNEY Pt. 37“Pregnant and owned by a BBC”It’s n..

MY HOTWIFE JOURNEY Pt. 37

“Pregnant and owned by a BBC”

It’s no secret anymore—I’m addicted to Black men.

Every boyfriend I’d had before—and my husband—had been your typical Aussie stereotype. But ever since my first experience with a BBC, something in me changed.

The way it stretched me.
The way it filled me.
The way I couldn’t stop thinking about it for days afterward.

It was more then just sex. It was an awakening.

And during this pregnancy, that craving has only grew stronger. My hormones were wild. My body… sorry, my pussy is always wet. I needed to be filled. I needed to be used.

And the only man I could think about was Mike.

We’d been flirting and messaging for months—dirty, teasing, building tension across states. He was in Melbourne. I was in Sydney.

But then one day, out of nowhere, he messaged me:
“I’m coming north. One day in Sydney. And I want you.”

That was all it took.

This pregnant, married mother of three was about to spend an afternoon being claimed by a man she’d never met in person… but had already imagined in every filthy scenario possible.

When Mike walked through the door, my pussy clenched.

Tall. Dark. Broad. Stereotypical muscle-bound god.

Everything about him made my body react. His deep voice. His confidence. The way he looked at me like he already owned me.

And before I could even say a word—he acted.

He grabbed me by the wrist, turned me around, led me to the bedroom and pushed me down onto my knees.

Not a word spoken. Not a question asked. Just pure, natural dominance.

I looked up at him, heart racing, belly heavy with pregnancy, and felt his cock already thick and hard in front of me.

I opened my mouth and slid him between my lips, tasting the weight of him, the warmth, the size.

His hand moved into my hair, tightening, holding me in place as he started to fuck my throat, slow but deep. I moaned around him, spit pooling at the corners of my mouth as I swallowed him again and again.

From the corner of my eye, I saw hubby.

Not caged this time. But still silent. Still powerless.

He stood against the wall, watching, his cock already twitching. He knew he wasn’t allowed to touch me. He wasn’t even really part of this. Hard, silent, and trembling while I got on my knees for another man—one who was already in control.

This was all Mike.

But Mike wasn’t done showing me who was in charge.

He pulled me off his cock with a wet pop and yanked me to my feet.

Without a word, he dragged me by the hair out of the bedroom and into the living room.

There was a full-length mirror on the wall—perfectly placed.

He stood on the couch, legs spread, cock glistening with my spit, and pointed.

“Kneel. Right there.”

I did what I was told.

He tilted my chin up wards.

“Now suck it. I want to watch.”

My cheeks flushed, but I was already opening my mouth again, sliding him between my lips.

The view was filthy. My pregnant body, on my knees, his thick cock sliding in and out of my mouth, his eyes locked on the reflection as he groaned low and deep.

I loved that he wanted to see me like that. To watch me submit from every angle.

I wrapped my lips around his shaft, tasting myself all over him. My own pussy. My own scent. My own pleasure.

I moaned as I sucked him clean, licking his shaft, teasing the head, my tongue working him until he was throbbing again.

He loved it. His cock pulsing in my mouth, the only sound in the room the wet, messy rhythm of my sucking and his breathing.

He let me work like that for a while, taking my time, letting the pressure build…

And then he pulled me up and dragged me back into the bedroom to finally fuck me.

“I need this pussy,” he murmured, eyes locked on my swollen belly. “So sexy like this.”

He slid inside me in one smooth thrust, and I gasped, the stretch making me grip the sheets.

He was so thick, so deep, and I was already soaked.

It was like my body had been waiting for this. Every muscle, every nerve, every craving—all answered the moment he bottomed out inside me.

He fucked me slowly at first, letting me feel every inch of him, then faster, harder—each thrust making my moans louder.

It didn’t take him long before he wasn’t going slow anymore.

He slammed into me, hard, rough, fast—fucking me like he owned me. My body bounced beneath him, his cock pounding deep, making me cry out again and again.

Hubby stood there watching, lips parted, cock leaking, completely helpless.

And that only made it better.

I was being bred by a better man, and my husband was there to witness it.

Mike shifted beneath me, gripping my waist tightly, and pulled me up.

“Get on top,” he growled, his voice rough with need.

I straddled him, lowering myself onto his cock with a long, trembling moan as he stretched me open all over again.

My belly sat full and round between us, resting against his abs as I sank down onto him, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt inside me.

So deep. So thick. So fucking perfect.

I started to move—rolling my hips, grinding against him, using every part of my body to milk his cock. His hands gripped my ass, guiding my rhythm, letting me ride him just how I needed.

I looked down, watching my belly bounce with every thrust, every grind, every time I dropped onto him and let his cock fill me completely.

Mike’s head fell back against the couch, eyes dark with lust as he watched me work his cock like it was mine—moaning, sweating, using him with the same hunger he’d shown me.

I bounced harder, faster, my thighs burning, the pressure inside me building again.

He grunted beneath me, his grip tightening, his hips starting to thrust up to mine.

And then I felt it—his whole body tensing, his cock twitching, his breathing ragged.

He grabbed my hips, held me down deep, and I felt it—hot cum spilling deep inside me.

I moaned, gripping his back, my body twitching around him as he emptied every last drop into my stretched pussy.

And when he pulled out, I lay there shaking. Used. Filled. Satisfied.

Then I turned my head to hubby.

“You know what to do.”

He dropped to his knees and crawled between my legs, licking up Mike’s cum from inside me, cleaning me slowly, reverently, like a good little cuck.

After he had finished, Mike pulled me back into the living room for round two.

He didn’t say a word. He just stood in front of the couch, waved his cock around, and looked down at me.

I dropped to my knees.

He was already hard again—thick, glistening with my arousal and his cum, the scent of sex still fresh on his skin.

I opened my mouth and slid him between my lips, tasting it all—his cum, my pussy, the filth of what we’d already done.

I moaned as I sucked him, using my tongue to clean every inch, to get him ready for the next round.

Hubby stood off to the side, hard, flushed, trying not to stroke himself. He wasn’t caged this time, but he was still restrained—mentally, emotionally, and physically.

He grabbed my chin, pulled me up, spun me around, and shoved me onto the couch, face down, ass up.

He didn’t wait.

He lined himself up and slammed into me from behind, burying himself in one deep, brutal thrust.

I gasped—loud and sudden—as the pressure filled me all over again.

The sound of his skin slapping against mine filled the room, my belly swaying beneath me with every hard stroke.

Then Mike spoke.

“Get in front of her.”

Hubby moved closer. His cock throbbing, leaking.

Mike tangled his fingers in my hair, dragging my mouth toward hubby’s cock.

For a moment, I was between them again—spitroasted.

Mike fucking my soaked, stretched pussy.

Hubby sliding into my mouth.

But it didn’t last long.

Hubby’s breathing grew too fast, his body twitching. He was about to cum.

“No,” I whispered, pulling back from his cock.

He whimpered and sat back, watching, panting, while Mike kept going.

He gripped my hips and pulled me back onto his cock, every thrust hitting deep, perfectly angled, perfectly rough.

Then he flipped me.

I found myself on my back, legs still trembling, as he climbed on top of me and pinned my knees to my chest, pushing my belly up with the pressure.

And then—he pile-drove into me.

His cock slammed deep, over and over, rattling the couch, my moans turning to gasps, my hands clawing at the cushions.

My belly bounced with every thrust, my breath caught between moans and cries.

I looked down at my own body—round, full, dripping wet, completely his.

And then I climbed on top of him.

He sat back on the couch, spreading his legs, and I straddled him, lowering myself onto his cock, taking him all the way in with a shudder.

I started riding.

Cowgirl. Belly on display.

I bounced on his cock, my hands pressing against his chest for balance, my belly in full view, every inch of me open and on show.

I could feel hubby’s eyes on me—watching his pregnant wife ride a man so much bigger, so much better then him.

Mike grunted beneath me, gripping my hips, helping me grind down harder, faster.

Then, suddenly, he grabbed me again, flipped me over, and bent me back over the couch.

One more time.

He thrust into me from behind, pounding me into the cushions, his balls slapping my soaked, messy pussy.

This was it.

This was where I lost it.

I started making noises I’d never made before—loud, raw, primal. Animalistic.

I wasn’t just moaning—I was howling.

And when he came again—his cock buried deep, his cum flooding me for the second time in one hour—I couldn’t believe it.

My body shook. My thighs trembled. My hands clawed the couch as he held himself inside me, filling me all over again.

I collapsed forward, breathless, my belly resting against the cushion, my entire body used and owned.

We took a break after that—well, I had to. My legs were shaking, my pussy was leaking, and I could barely speak.

We sat on the same couch he’d just pile-drove me into. The cushions still held my warmth. I was naked, stretched, dripping.

Mike sat beside me, relaxed, cock already thickening again. We talked.

It was strange. Casual conversation with the man who had just turned me inside out in front of my husband.

Hubby sat across from us, still hard, still denied.

Mike looked at my belly and reached out. “Mind if I rub it a little?”

I nodded.

His big hands slid over the curve of my belly, rubbing gently, slowly, almost lovingly. It was tender and filthy all at once. The same hands that had wrecked me now worshiping the part of me that made me feel even more irresistible. He moved me so I was sitting between his legs and for the best part of ten minutes he massaged my belly and my tits. So sensually- a complete opposite to watch just occurred.

“Come outside,” he said.

I followed him to the balcony. The air was cool on my skin, but I was on fire.

He leaned back against the rail before sitting down on the chair.

I once again got down on my knees and took him in my mouth again, slow and deep, sucking him while the world moved quietly around us.

He moaned, stroking my hair. I spent the next ten or so minutes sucking his cock. Then he pulled me up, bent me over the rail, and slid back into me.

I gasped as he fucked me outside—deep, slow, dominant strokes. But I could tell he was holding back. Probably because he didn’t want me making the same noises out her eon the balcony that I had just made inside.

Then he took my hand, brought me back inside, and laid me on the bed one last time.

Missionary. Deep. Close. Real.

I wrapped my legs around him, held onto him as he fucked me slowly. His eyes stayed on mine. My body responded like it was made for this.

And when he came again—his third load inside me—I arched my back and moaned like I belonged to him.

He collapsed on top of me, both of us wrecked, sweaty, and satisfied.

I lay there for a while after he pulled out, his cum leaking slowly from between my legs, pooling beneath me.

Eventually, I stood and walked back to the couch, my body aching in the best way possible.

I sank into the cushions, completely spent.

Then I heard my husband’s voice, soft and cautious.

“Can I… cum now?”

I blinked. Honestly, I’d forgotten he was even there.

I leaned back, spread my legs lazily, and said, “Just stroke yourself and cum on me.”

He did.

He stood there in front of me, his cock twitching, and within seconds he came—thick ropes splattering across my thighs, my belly, the cum already leaking from inside me.

I moaned softly and rubbed it in, absolutely spent.

Lately, I’ve been so fucking horny.

More then usual. More then ever.

Maybe it’s the pregnancy hormones. Maybe it’s the thrill of being desired like this. Maybe it’s just knowing that other men want to own me—even like this.

Mike was just the first.

And I’ve got a long list of pregnancy fucks ahead of me.

I plan to enjoy every single one.

Four holes… which one are you choosing? 😉

Four holes… which one are you choosing? 😉

Behind the scenes:This was me after being fucked three times..

Behind the scenes:
This was me after being fucked three times by my BBC bull. I was absolutely spent! He was in the shower and I was sitting and rerunning the highlights with my hubby who had just finished all over me!

Just watched hubby clean my pussy juices off another guys co..

Just watched hubby clean my pussy juices off another guys cock. His second cock ever…