My skin is screaming. This pregnancy has turned me into a fucking animal, a walking heat-sink of desperation that won’t stop until I’m filled. I can feel my swollen clit throbbing against my lace panties, and the only person in this house is my mother. She thinks she’s the one in charge, but right now, I don’t give a shit about bloodlines or boundaries. I just need to come.
I cornered her in the kitchen, slamming her against the counter with a strength that surprised even me. She tried to scream, but I shoved my hand over her mouth, pinning her wrists back. “Shut the fuck up,” I hissed, my voice thick with lust. “You’re going to help me, or I’ll make this a lot more painful for you.”
I ripped my panties aside, exposing my dripping, engorged pregnant cunt. It was glistening, leaking a thick trail of arousal that smelled like pure musk. I forced her head down, shoving her face directly into my soaking wet folds.
“Lick it, you old bitch,” I commanded, grinding my pelvis hard against her lips.
She gagged, trying to pull away, but I gripped her hair, yanking her head back into me. I forced her tongue deep into my slit, demanding she lap up every drop of my pregnancy cream. I groaned, my hips bucking violently as she was forced to suck and lick my clit raw. I didn’t want love; I wanted submission. I wanted to use her like a toy until I finally exploded in a shaking, messy climax.
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