Soft Whispers: inside a pregnant belly

Steam fogs the marble shower in inside a pregnant belly. Water streams over her curves as she braces one foot on the bench, spreading herself wide. “Look at inside a pregnant belly getting so wet for you,” she gasps, fingers already plunging. She spells the word with every stroke—“T… I… T… L E”—moaning “inside a pregnant belly” when she finishes the last letter deep inside. Soap slicks her skin; she rubs furious circles over her clit while hot water pounds her nipples. “inside a pregnant belly, fuck, inside a pregnant belly!” echoes off tile as her legs start to shake. She shoves four fingers in, palm grinding, chanting “inside a pregnant belly” faster, louder, until the orgasm slams through her and she squirts against the glass door in powerful jets, screaming “inside a pregnant belly” until she’s hoarse and sliding down the wall in trembling, giggling “inside a pregnant belly” bliss.