“Costume rave, actually. Pregnancy and birth have made me wet since before I even really understood what that meant. “Practically a virgin, huh?” Amita said as she shifted her weight so I’d bottom out inside her, my steel-hard cock completely enveloped by her hot, pulsing sex. Amita let out a grunt and pitched forward, and I caught her by her shoulders and steered her towards the bed. All that motion moved one of Amita’s eggs into position just above her birth canal, and her eyes widened in surprise as she felt its tip begin to part its cervix, even more surprised than by her sudden labor as the egg began opening her from within. “Shit, Amita – there’s no way they’ll get here in time.”
I pressed my point. Where’s the upside in telling you?”
My eyes were focused quite intently on the small, black revolver. Not only did she get pregnant in front of me, but with my baby – while I was pushing! I’m a 45 guy myself; it served me well in the Army.”
Amita shook her
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