I never should have come.
But I'm desperate, and if the rumors are true—here is exactly where I should be...
My nipples respond to the anticipation and chill in the air—stretched like teats, taut in readiness. As if they know what's about to happen.
I stand silent.
One arm covers my breasts. The other hand shields my pussy.
Malcolm's the only man until now, who has seen me naked.
Vulnerability heightens my awareness of this young, unkempt, virile man, slipping out of his clothes. Slow yet purposeful.
Staring deep into my eyes, his gaze never wavers. Hypnotised by their intensity I hug myself even tighter.
I can't deny my attraction to him as his rod pops from the waist of his pants at full mast, my pussy moistens and pulsates—knowing soon that hard slab of meat will be pounding this cunt, filling it with his baby makers.
Sweat slicks our bodies, his seeds warm and satisfying rush to my womb.
This climax runs through me like no other.
Cathy's right, this did beat going to a fertility clinic.
It's been three weeks, I rub my belly and burn the envelope with glee.
Malcolm doesn't need these results now I'm pregnant.
