preggofetish: “Quit staring, mister, it’s you…


“Quit staring, mister, it’s your fault I can’t fit into anything anymore!,” she chided, doing her best to cover her swollen, gravid body. “I’m not the one who switched out my birth control with fertility pills, then pumped me full of cum until I leaked. Now, I’m the one who’s waddling around, pregnant with your big quintuplets! I guess I better enjoy walking while I can, soon I’ll be stuck in bed, just eating and growing and getting pleasured,” she moaned as she rubbed all over her belly, the quicks and movement almost noticeable. She smirked when she saw the look of lust in her man’s eyes. “Well, maybe there are worse jobs than baby factory, now that I say it like that.”