VIKTOR'S POV
The pancakes were long forgotten.
After I pushed open the door to Bella’s suite and froze at the threshold.
My pregnant woman is on her back in the middle of the massive bed, with her legs spread obscenely wide. Her black lace thong has been yanked roughly to the side, the thin fabric clearly cutting into her swollen, dripping p***y lips. With a thick, realistic and veiny dildo buried to the hilt inside her, and she is frantically pumping it in and out with one hand while the other rubbed a buzzing vibrator hard against her c**t. Her heavy t**s bounce with every desperate thrust, her n*****s dark and erect.
Pregnancy hormones has turn her into a f*****g insatiable slut.
“Viktor…” she moans brokenly when she sees me, not even slowing down for a second. Her voice is hoarse,
