hey bro can you stop talking about how hungry you are you’re giving my clit a boner

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@faithfulfertile
hey bro can you stop talking about how hungry you are you’re giving my clit a boner
My hands were tied at the wrists and locked to the headboard. My legs, spread and tied by the ankles to the bottom corners of the bed.
“Look how fast you’re growing.” He said, tracing a hand down my side and over my abdomen. The skin was tight, and his soft touch sent pangs of arousal through me. I craned my neck, looking down to where my midriff was stiff and bloated.
“Please-“ I began, interrupted by him rubbing my tight belly. It was rounded, and I loved it so much. I could feel the baby growing, my body stretching to accommodate the sudden and uncontrollable growth. I breathed out.
He untied one of my ankles, raising it to his shoulder, angling me to the side. He pushed his cock into my wet pussy.
“You’re so good at making babies, babe” he jolted out inside of me, my belly shifting with his thrusts. I groaned, incapable of language against the pleasure of the fullness. He reached for my tits, squeezing one as he continued to fuck me.
“Pretty udders” he commented , milk spurting from my overfilled tits. He came in me, tying my ankle back to the corner.
“Almost done cooking.” He said: I craned my neck: my tits were huge, soft and dripping milk. My belly tight, blue-veined.
I gasped, the first contraction hitting me.
“you’re so fucking cute and ripe.”
overdue passenger princess, struggling to pull the seatbelt over my bump. my sundress is all bunched up on my thighs, belly straining the delicate material. I’m whining and shifting uncomfortably in the leather seats as I groan and demand the ac to be blasted. pouting and grabbing your hand and planting it on the big bump you gave me. flushing and biting my bottom lip shyly when you pat the heavy bump with a satisfied smirk.
you got me right where you’ve always wanted me, huh? right by your side. in your car. ring on my finger. baby in my belly. <3
I’m sorry my pussy started leaking because your belly rumbled do you still love me?
breed me and make me bear your children.
make me embrace the traditional gender roles.
make me your personal free use slut.
make me love cock more than any woman.
make me dumb and needy.
make me betray my beliefs.
make me your perfect tradwife.
public sex where i jerk my boy off in a park at night and force him to stay quiet with a hand over his mouth……. watching him absolutely lose himself, eyes rolling back, and desperate whimpers escaping his mouth through my fingers, but i only pump him harder as punishment for not being quiet
Too tired to write... Big sexy man round belly... Reblog...
something about him being fully clothed in his work attire with only his dick out while im fully naked taking all of him ugh
Being locked in for life is hot. Choosing someone over and over again is hot. Starting a family with the love of your life is hot.
Like it must feel so good being able to say things like “Yeah this is my person and I get to go to bed with them every night and be wrapped in their arms. I know their body inside and out and yet I still learn new things about it all the time. They love all the parts of me I used to hate. We always make time for each other and never go to bed angry.”
And then getting to have kids with them?! A few little half-you half-thems running around? And they’re just the most perfect things, not because they’re perfect people but because they’re yours. You made them together and you’re raising them the way you always said you would, with so much love and laughter and kindness.
And of course it’s not always easy—because nothing worth having comes easy—but over and over again you make the conscious decision to be a team because when you’re with the right person it’s so hot to navigate life together.
I can’t wait to have a belly full of my husband’s babies. Enjoying all the simple, small moments that come with being knocked up by him.
Want to sit in his lap and lay my head on his chest while he holds my swollen tummy. Maybe he’ll lift it up a bit, feeling the true heaviness of what he did to me and letting me take a deep breath by alleviating the pressure on my back.
Want to hear his soft chuckles while he watches me waddle up the ramp to the doctor’s office. Murmuring under his breath about how cute I am and that he might just have to put triplets in me next.
Want to be the little spoon in our cozy bed. Maybe it’s the middle of summer, AC is blasting, our favorite movie is on. And he’s just kissing my cheek, rubbing our children through my chiffon nightie that’s now way too small and leaves little to the imagination. Feeling his possessive arms around me would shift me to the deepest sleep.
Want to be in the passenger seat of the car while he’s driving. And, of course, his big hand is splayed on my bump. Our playlist is cycling through and we get to a song and there’s kicks immediately. They’re poking their feet up through my dress and we’ll know we have to play this song for them when they’re here to see if they remember when they danced to it in Mommy’s belly.
So excited to have lots of little moments with the biggest belly, all because of him.
reblog if you're high, horny, or hungry right now.
i’m not a feedee, but i see the beauty in my thighs being larger, my ass being rounder, my hips being wider
Praise kink but not in an “you’re such a good little girl” way, more of a “fuck I love how you look when you cry, your tears turn me on so much, no one breaks like you do, I love it when you beg me to stop like that baby”
I want your baby in my belly when I wake up.
I want your baby in my belly when I go to sleep.
I want your baby in my belly when I go to work.
I want to rest my hands over the ever-growing bump you gave me.
I want my hands to find themselves there subconsciously all the time, protecting and soothing what we made together.
I want to lay into you in bed and marvel at the movements, the realization of what we did and how we've changed our lives permanently.
I want you to fuck me so good that you rock baby to sleep before you lay with me to fall asleep soundly in our post-pleasure bliss.
Gods I want someone to tell me they're thirsty and then pull my tits out of my shirt and start sucking my nipples and massaging them. I want them to take deep long drinks and let my milk run down their chin as I sigh and moan and rub my thighs together desperate for friction. I want to guide their free hand to my leaking pussy and beg them to give me relief here too
Putting your baby in her is one of the most possessive things you can do.
Everyone knows you spent a night (or two, or many) fucking her full of your spend.
Everyone is alerted by default that her body was specifically made to take, grow, and raise your babies.
Everyone knows you make her feel safe enough to create little humans that are half you and half her.
And everyone knows you constantly fuck her brains out given the amount of times she ends up pregnant by you.
Yeah, everyone knows. That’s your girl.