I flailed my arms the best I could, sweating profusely and panting in exhaustion, trying to give myself the slightest bit of momentum to move the mountain of mass I called a figure. My legs were pi...
From that point on, our relationship became less formal. Once we started having sex, I could afford to be more forward. I always rubbed her belly after meals and started feeding her more and more. ...
From that point on, our relationship became less formal. Once we started having sex, I could afford to be more forward. I always rubbed her belly after meals and started feeding her more and more. ...
Why is thinking so hard? Just trying to remember the past makes my head hurt. Now I'm sitting on my bed now, rubbing my belly. My thoughts are clouded with desire. My husband wouldn't lik...