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[transgressings]

[ already, she finds herself thoroughly, irreverently aroused, not only from his exhale but the manner in which he seeks out more of her, already reaching beneath the fall of her skirt to slip against the fabric of her undergarments. that butting, searching touch prompts an instinctual lift of her hips, her legs already falling open to accommodate him. ]

I would be rather ungainly. [ not that she has experienced it before but she can imagine quite a bit in detail, her body ripening, expanding to accommodate that new life — but more sensitivity as well, tenderness, where she would respond to even the slightest brush of fingers as he caressed the places where she is more swollen. ankles, of course, but breasts as well, and her breathing staggers when he cups the softness of one of them in his palm now, the heat of his touch perceptible through her bodice. ]

Like that. Or while standing, taking me from behind. [ his fingers are delving past all of that fabric to find her cunt and her brows knit together, a soft whimper docking in her throat. she envisions it now, the wide stance she'd have to assume to accommodate her open hips, the sensation of the child moving inside her while he does, and inwardly clenches around nothing at all. ] Almost as if you were breeding me anew.

[ she turns her face against his, nudging them closer together, her voice almost a whisper save for where a moan slips free, more of a plaintive sound, and then it is her hand grabbing more purposefully at her skirts to hitch them higher up her thighs, her eagerness making her movements less graceful. ] Or would you permit me to ride you? The weight of us combined, moving over you. And I would want your hands on me, everywhere. [ each breath pushes her breast into his grasp, and she leans in further to let her mouth graze his, a warm teasing. ] I would want you to fill me, again and again, until your come ran down my thighs.