“Try not to stare, baby,” she giggled. “Besides, it’s not like you haven’t seen me like this before.” She was right, but it didn’t matter. My wife was just hitting her ninth month, pregnant and glowing with our tenth child in as many years. We never really planned on this big a family, but now we wouldn’t have it any other way. Every time she was pregnant again, she’d be bubbly, and giggly, and sexually insatiable, all up until she popped. They both knew, every time they looked at each other, that number 10 wasn’t going to be the last, he was going to keep breeding her as long as he could, to keep her barefoot, pregnant, and in the kitchen, not to mention in the bedroom and full of cum.
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