"I'm sooooo lazy... god... it's been so long since I've hit the dang gym," Carla groaned, dragging the words out as she leaned back into the couch. 

Her hand moved in slow, absent circles over her stomach, a small pout forming on her lips. 

Each passing day brought us closer to meeting our son, and it showed in every little movement, every tired sigh, every quiet moment like this.

I let out a soft huff of amusement, shaking my head as I moved over and sat beside her. The couch dipped slightly under my weight, and I turned toward her, resting my arm along the back.

"Carla, you're pregnant, for God's sake," I said gently, a small smile tugging at my lips. "It's okay to take a break from the gym. You've got more than enough going on already."

She glanced at me, her expression softening as the tension in her shoulders eased just a little. "I suppose so..." she murmured, though there was still a hint of reluctance in her voice, like she wasn't fully convinced.

Her fingers found mine without hesitation, threading through them as she held my hand tightly, almost instinctively. 

I squeezed back, grounding her, letting that quiet connection say everything words didn't need to.

"How's Camila doing with the transitioning process? Taking over something that big has to be hell," I said, my voice thoughtful as I felt her fingers slowly slip from mine. 

The absence of her hand lingered for a second before I gently moved mine to her stomach instead, resting it there with care, as if trying to feel some small sign of the life we were both waiting for.

Carla glanced down at my hand for a moment, her smile returning—softer this time, more at ease—before she looked back up at me.

"She's doing great, actually... way better than I expected," she said, a quiet pride threading through her voice. 

There was a lightness to her tone, like the answer itself lifted a weight she'd been carrying. "She's handling everything like it's second nature... meetings, decisions, all of it. I think she's finally settling into it."

Her hand drifted over mine where it rested on her stomach, fingers brushing lightly as if to anchor the moment.

"You wanna know something, Miguel?" Carla said suddenly, leaning closer to me, her voice dropping just enough to catch me off guard.

"Sure, love... what is it?" I replied, turning slightly toward her, my tone soft, not expecting anything out of the ordinary.

She moved even closer, her breath warm against my ear as she spoke.

"I miss that dick... so fucking much," she whispered, her voice laced with quiet longing, a hint of teasing slipping through.

Heat rushed to my face almost instantly, and I couldn't stop the faint blush that spread across my cheeks. I let out a small, awkward breath, glancing away for a second as my mind scrambled to keep up.

It had been a while since I gave her some—long enough for the distance to be felt—but the worry always came first. 

No matter how many times she reminded me that everything was fine, that it was safe, that people went through this all the time... the fear still sat there, stubborn and unmoving.

I looked back at her, my expression softening, a mix of affection and hesitation settling in my chest.

She leaned in closer, her presence warm and familiar, before pressing a soft kiss against my cheek. It lingered just long enough to send a quiet tension through me.

"I feel too pent up, Miguel... I need to release some stress..." she murmured, her voice low, carrying that unmistakable edge of longing.

My breath caught slightly, nerves and affection tangling together in my chest. I hesitated for just a second, that same protective worry flickering through my mind—but it softened when I looked at her.

"A-Alright... just be gentle, okay?" I said, my voice a little unsteady as I reached for her hand, intertwining our fingers.

She squeezed back without hesitation.

I stood, guiding her with me as we made our way upstairs, each step slow and deliberate. 

The house felt quieter somehow, like everything else had faded into the background, leaving just the two of us—and the unspoken emotions we carried—filling the space between every breath.

Once we stepped into the bedroom, the air between us shifted in an instant—thick with weeks of pent-up hunger.

I stretched out on our bed, completely naked, my body already humming with anticipation as I watched Carla. 

She moved with that same confident grace she always had, but now there was a new, fuller beauty to her. 

Her pregnant belly was rounded and proud, her breasts heavier and more sensitive, the soft curve of her hips even more inviting. 

She climbed onto the bed and settled between my spread legs, her skin warm against mine as she lowered her head.

Carla's dark hair spilled over my thighs like silk as her full lips brushed along the length of my shaft in slow, teasing kisses. 

"Been too damn long, Miguel," she murmured, her voice low and husky, laced with that familiar mix of need and mischief. 

Her breath was hot against my skin, sending a shiver straight through me. She kissed me again, softer this time, then dragged her tongue along the underside in one long, deliberate stroke from base to tip, savoring the way I twitched and began to harden under her attention.

I didn't waste any time—my cock swelled quickly, growing thick and rigid as her mouth worshipped every inch. She hummed softly in approval, the vibration traveling straight to my core.

"This is gonna be... so good," Carla whispered breathlessly as she climbed over me, straddling my hips. 

Her pregnant belly—round, full, and beautifully swollen—brushed against my stomach as she positioned herself. 

She reached down, wrapping her fingers around my throbbing cock to guide me, the slick head of my shaft pressing hot and insistent right against her entrance. She was already drenched, her arousal coating my tip as she rocked her hips teasingly.

Her belly was so round and perfect. I couldn't resist sliding both hands over the smooth, taut skin, rubbing it softly with reverence and hunger, feeling the firmness beneath my palms.

 "Alright... here we go..." she breathed, her voice trembling with anticipation.

Then she sank down on me in one slow, deep motion—taking every thick inch until I was buried completely inside her tight, welcoming heat.

"FUCK!" she cried out sharply, her head falling back, eyes squeezing shut as her walls clenched hard around me. Her hands flew to my chest for balance, nails digging in just enough to sting deliciously.

"You're so warm and tight..." I moaned out, the words slipping from me before I could stop them. 

My face flushed with embarrassment at how raw and desperate I sounded, and I quickly brought a hand up to cover my mouth, trying to muffle the next groan that threatened to escape.

"Fuck me good, Mommy..." I moaned through the fresh wave of embarrassment, my voice cracking slightly as the words slipped out. My cheeks burned, but the need was too raw to hold back.

Carla's lips curved into a wicked, knowing smile at the name. She braced her hands on my chest, her round pregnant belly resting heavily against my stomach as she started to move—slow at first, then with growing confidence. 

The wet, velvety heat of her pussy slid up and down my cock in long, deliberate strokes, and all the sensations I forgot came rushing back like a flood. 

Every tight clench, every slick glide, every brush of her swollen clit against my pelvis hit me harder than I remembered.

"God, this dick is... holy shit," Carla groaned, her voice thick and husky. 

She rolled her hips in a smooth, sensual circle, grinding down deep so I could feel every inch of her. 

Even with her pregnant belly making her movements a little heavier and slower, she still fucked me as good as ever—maybe even better. 

Her walls fluttered and squeezed around me rhythmically, her heavy breasts bouncing softly with each roll, nipples dark and peaked. She looked powerful, beautiful, and completely lost in the pleasure as she rode me with that familiar, greedy rhythm.

"That's it, baby," she purred, leaning forward just enough for her belly to press warmly against me. "Take Mommy's tight little pussy. Been dreaming about this cock being in me again." Her words were filthy, but her voice stayed soft and sweet, full of that loving hunger only she could pull off.

She picked up the pace, bouncing on me harder now, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. 

Each time she slammed down, her swollen belly jiggled beautifully, and I couldn't stop my hands from roaming—rubbing slow circles over the taut skin, then gripping her hips to help guide her. 

I was careful not to be too rough, but the way she was riding me made it hard to stay gentle. My cock throbbed deep inside her, hitting that perfect spot that made her gasp and clench even tighter around me.

"Fuck... you feel so good," I groaned, thrusting up to meet her on the next downward stroke, driving myself deeper. "So fucking wet and tight for me, Mommy. Even with our baby in there... you're still ruining me."

Carla moaned loudly, her head tipping back as she ground her clit against me with every roll. 

"Yes... just like that, Miguel. Don't hold back. Mommy needs this dick. Need... to fuck you good and milk that sweet dick." Her breathing was getting ragged, her movements a little less controlled, but the sweetness never left her eyes when she looked down at me—full of love, lust, and that beautiful pregnancy glow.

Carla smiled, her eyes soft and full of love even as she ground her hips in a slow, filthy circle that made us both gasp. "That's my good boy," she cooed sweetly, one hand brushing my cheek while the other stayed planted on my chest for leverage. 

She started bouncing a little harder, taking me deeper with every roll, her pregnant belly jiggling softly against me with each movement. 

"Let Mommy fuck you. Let me ride this cock until you forget how long it's been. Ive been so patient for you, baby... now let me feel good."

She set a steady, greedy rhythm—her slick, tight pussy sliding up and down my throbbing shaft with wet, obscene sounds. 

Every time she sank all the way down, her swollen clit rubbed perfectly against me, and her round belly pressed warm and heavy into my stomach. 

I could feel how close she was getting already; her walls fluttered and clenched around me tighter with each bounce, her breathing turning into soft, needy whimpers.

"Oh fuck... Miguel," she moaned, her voice sweet but edged with raw hunger. She leaned forward, bracing both hands beside my head so her pregnant belly rested fully on me, her heavy breasts swaying above my face. 

"You're making Mommy feel so good... this dick is hitting everything just right. Don't move too much, baby. Just let me use you."

I whimpered beneath her, embarrassed by how quickly my cock was twitching and leaking inside her from the sheer overwhelming pleasure. 

My hands stayed gentle on her hips and belly, rubbing slow, reverent circles over the taut skin as she rode me harder. "You're gonna make me cum too fast if you keep doing that," she admitted shyly, cheeks burning.

Carla let out a soft, affectionate laugh that turned into a moan as she ground down deep.

Her hips rolled faster, the wet slap of skin growing louder, more urgent. She kept her eyes locked on mine, full of that loving dominance. "Watch me, Miguel. Watch Mommy take what she needs from you." 

Her breathing hitched, her movements becoming sharper, more desperate. "Right there... oh god, yes—" Her pussy suddenly clamped down hard around my cock, pulsing rhythmically as her orgasm crashed over her. 

Carla cried out sweetly, her head tipping back, pregnant belly trembling against me while her walls milked me in strong, fluttering waves. "I'm cumming... fuck, I'm cumming on your cock, baby!"

She rode out every pulse, grinding slow and deep through her climax, her slick juices coating me completely. Her face was flushed and glowing, eyes half-lidded with bliss as she looked down at me with pure adoration. 

Even while shaking from pleasure, she stayed in control—leaning down to kiss me softly, whispering against my lips, "Good boy... such a good boy for letting Mommy fuck you. I love how you feel inside me."

Her body was still trembling around me, warm and slick, as she caught her breath, not slowing down completely yet. She brushed a strand of hair from my forehead, smiling tenderly.

"We're not done yet hubby... you've still yet to cum..."

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