Pregnancy

In search Of the Pregnancy

...He wanted to see me get pregnant but denied me sweet s*x--he will s*x and complain, s*x and complain.

My mind told me pregnancy cannot occur with this kind of s*x and I agreed with my mum half minded but now am okay more than okay...no matter his age.

"Lucky boy,"she carried him on her legs,facing her

"You want breasts?...you're smiling...suck"

She pulled down the arms of her dress and freed her shoulders.

"Hold on," she said,got up and naked herself completely, sat down again and carried him like before.

"Suck me now-- everywhere,I want to rest,I'll give you something to send home tomorrow"

He eyed her to know if she had slept.

He carried the tight breast like a giant feeding bottle .

He gripped the n****e between his lips,pulling it like a baby whose mum came back from the 9/5 hour work.

She wiggled in in pain and desire,losing her breath,he held tight to what he was doing

"Felix,Oh,Felix!"

He was adamant, ignoring his names,her heart thumpings,,sucking steadily on the huge breast until she collapsed, scattered like a girl drugged,and found naked in a wide divan with a little boy undertaker.

As naked and sinful as he was,instead of gathering her together, dressing her up,embalming her with the honey in the jug on the small table beside the divan so that her owner,the king will recognize her as Queen Martina, he went down in a jiffy and began to comb the red line of pubic her,the exotic beautification on top of her v****a, with his fingers,grazing the sensitive area...

"Sorry,sorry Aunty!"

He did not know when it came,she continued squeezing his neck between her knees

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