late at night in your college dorm you grunt and groan as you try your very hardest to get a long-hidden baby out.
pushing hurts, it hurts so badly that you didn’t want to do it without a distraction. something that will both mask your pain and the idea that you’re doing something that you shouldn’t be to your neighbours.
you reach a hand down when a contraction passes, rubbing tentatively at your clit. at first you were skeptical on if this would work but the more you rubbed at yourself, the better you felt. the better you felt, the more you moaned.
to your neighbours you just seemed to be masturbating, having a pretty wild night as you got off on god knows what. little do they know you’re ridding yourself of all the pain of the contractions wracking your body. the buildup was intense and through a rough contraction you came.
you came hard.
if your amniotic fluid on the bed wasn’t enough, a puddle of squirt was sure to stain the bed.
from that orgasm alone though you managed to push the head into a crown, burning your pussy lips and bringing on a new wave of pain… but you already know how to handle this. so you keep on rubbing and rubbing at your clit, really getting off on the feeling of bringing a baby into this world, from the stretch to the secrecy of it all.
your pussy spasms once again and you push the head out properly, letting it hang there for a bit as you had gotten quite a bit of your baby out via orgasm alone…
and honestly? you could do this all night, who cares if it takes forever to cum your baby out.
