At thirty-four weeks, Emma’s pregnancy is now a masterpiece of obscene fertility. Her belly was massively swollen, low, heavy, and impossibly round, hanging prominently over her pubic mound with stretch marks that Jax and Marcus traced like trophies. Her breasts had ballooned into huge, veiny orbs, constantly leaking thin streams of colostrum that dripped from her dark, puffy n*****s. The thick plugs remained buried in her p***y and ass, keeping her flooded with the previous night’s loads.
The idea came from Jax a few days earlier,a private maternity photoshoot. Not the tame, soft-focus kind Mark kept suggesting. This one would be raw, explicit, and completely secret.
Emma told Mark she had booked a “tasteful” studio session with a female photographer to capture some beautiful memories.
