I Aspire to Be a Pregnant slut

Pregnant slut“Hehe, you are cute.” I led him through my apartment with a smile and a mischievous glint in my eyes, ready to be a pregnant slut. Guys like a little party with their cake, and I’m a little of both so he was in for a treat. I led him back all the way to my room where my plush bed sat and a bunch of girlie toys and the odd stuffed animal sat around staring at us. I could see he was a little confused, not expecting a girly girl out of me but sometimes you have to give into your whims. That means buying what’s in front of you even if it’s not quite you, or spending that little extra for a better bed. Tonight it meant pushing him down and unzipping him with my teeth while my soon to be pregnant pussy drips. I saw how excited he was by that, so I had him extra stripped extra quick, moving onto myself second while his big ass cock was flowing up and bobbing happily to my little strip tease. I play games, lots of games, they’re how I amuse myself from moment to moment and I’ll never feel shame about them. First my top, revealing all my beautiful bare skin. Next my cartoony bra, my adorable puffy nipples staring him right in the face. I like to play around, so I removed my panties but not my skirt, tossing it to the side with my foot before I climbed right up on him. I knew I’d made a mistake letting his pants rest on the bed to his side the moment I saw him reach into them. I rubbed his raw cock along my wet slit while he held a funny little square in front of me.

“We should probably use-” I didn’t let him finish. I slapped the damn condom right out of his hand, lost to the aether and never to be found again. I took his lips before he could so much as pretend to protest and turn this into rape phone sex fantasies, and stuffed my cuddly cunt so full of meat he couldn’t think to even bring up what just happened after a single moment more. 

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