説明
After running away with her mobster husband's sexy driver, Rose's world is rocked when she learns that she is pregnant. But she's even more surprised when she finds out the driver wants her to keep the baby - and loves her pregnant body, too. But her husband is hunting them. Will they ever be able to live without fear? Warning! This 5,000 word story contains breeding themes, oral sex, pregnant belly worship, tit fucking, and a pearl necklace. Adults only!
- Excerpt -
“I’m not worried.” I let my hand drift lower on his back, my fingertips easing just below the line of his belt. Lower. “My husband couldn’t do it, you know.”
He blinked. “Do what?”
“Knock me up.”
I let go of him, taking hold of his belt buckle instead and unfastening it.
“It’s for the best, of course,” I said. “But for a while there, I was thinking it would never happen to me. And then you came along.”
The driver was silent for a moment. I unfastened his pants and let them hang loose on his hips. He was half-hard, just from anticipation, but he looked distracted.
“I don’t think I ever said I was sorry,” he murmured, looking at the ground.
“You don’t have to,” I replied, pulling my shirt over my head and letting my milk-swollen breasts hang free.
“Are you sure you’re not a boob guy,” I whispered, gathering them up in both arms as best I could and lifting them towards him.
“I might be persuaded,” he said.
I took both his hands in mine and led him over to the bed, his pants sliding further and further down as he went.
“Get undressed,” I said, stepping out of my pants and tossing them aside.
- Excerpt -
“I’m not worried.” I let my hand drift lower on his back, my fingertips easing just below the line of his belt. Lower. “My husband couldn’t do it, you know.”
He blinked. “Do what?”
“Knock me up.”
I let go of him, taking hold of his belt buckle instead and unfastening it.
“It’s for the best, of course,” I said. “But for a while there, I was thinking it would never happen to me. And then you came along.”
The driver was silent for a moment. I unfastened his pants and let them hang loose on his hips. He was half-hard, just from anticipation, but he looked distracted.
“I don’t think I ever said I was sorry,” he murmured, looking at the ground.
“You don’t have to,” I replied, pulling my shirt over my head and letting my milk-swollen breasts hang free.
“Are you sure you’re not a boob guy,” I whispered, gathering them up in both arms as best I could and lifting them towards him.
“I might be persuaded,” he said.
I took both his hands in mine and led him over to the bed, his pants sliding further and further down as he went.
“Get undressed,” I said, stepping out of my pants and tossing them aside.