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  • Trinity Confesses Pregnant Phone Sex

    Dear Diary,  November 1

    Trinity Confesses Pregnant Phone Sex

    today’s secret: Pregnant Phone Sex 🌷

    I was already in bed when he called, one hand resting on my bump the way I always do now. He sounded shy. I told him it was okay. “I’ve been thinking about you,” I said softly. “About how much I want to be filled again. About how good Pregnant Phone Sex feels when I’m already so full.” He went quiet for a second. Then he admitted he’d been imagining it too. I smiled and rubbed my belly a little. The baby moved and I let out a tiny breath. He heard it. I could tell.
    I told him to get comfortable and just listen. I described how heavy my breasts feel, how sensitive they are, how I keep touching them when I’m alone. He started breathing a little harder. I liked that. I asked if he wanted to hear me touch myself while I talked about being bred. He said yes. So I slid my hand lower and told him exactly what I was doing. Soft, slow circles. My bump rising and falling with every breath. He kept saying my name like he couldn’t help it.
    The more I talked, the needier I got. I told him how much I love the idea of someone wanting to put another baby in me even though I’m already pregnant. How it makes me feel wanted. He groaned when I said that. I rubbed a little faster and let him hear the wet sound. “Do you like knowing I’m this wet for you while I’m carrying someone else’s baby?” I asked. He said he loved it. I bit my lip and kept going. The bump was warm under my other hand. Everything felt soft and heavy and perfect.
    I made him tell me what he would do if he were here. He said he would kiss my belly first. Then he would touch me the same way I was touching myself. I liked that answer. I told him to keep talking while I kept going. My voice got quieter the closer I got. He could hear it. I asked him if he wanted to hear me come while I was thinking about being filled again. He said please. So I let myself. It was soft and long and I kept my hand on my bump the whole time. When I finished I was still rubbing slow circles and breathing hard.
    He was still hard. I could hear it in his voice. I told him he could touch himself now, but only if he described what he was imagining. He did. He said he wanted to be the one who put the next baby in me. I smiled and told him that was a very good answer. I kept talking soft and low while he stroked. Every time he got too close I made him slow down. I wanted it to last. I wanted him to stay right there with me while I was still flushed and sensitive. He listened. He always listens when I ask nicely.
    I told him about the way my body feels different now. How every touch feels bigger. How I get wetter faster. He said he wished he could feel it. I said maybe next time he calls I would let him hear even more. He liked that idea. I kept one hand on my bump and the other between my legs, still sensitive, still moving slow. The baby kicked and I gasped. He asked if I was okay. I told him I was perfect. Then I asked if he wanted to hear me come again. He said yes. So I did. Softer this time. My voice broke a little at the end.
    When I was done I stayed quiet for a minute and just rubbed my belly. He was still stroking. I told him he could finish whenever he wanted. He did. I listened to every sound he made and told him how good he was being for me. Afterward he thanked me. I thanked him back. I told him I liked talking about it. That it made me feel wanted even though I’m already so full. He said he would call again soon. I know he will. They always do when I sound this soft.
    I stayed on the phone a little longer and just talked about how the bump feels under my hand. How warm it is. How I keep imagining someone else wanting to add to it. He listened. He said he liked hearing me happy. I told him I was. Then I said goodnight and that he could call back whenever he wanted more Pregnant Phone Sex. He said he would. I hung up smiling and kept rubbing my belly until I fell asleep.
    The best part is knowing he will think about my voice every time he gets hard for the next few days. Every time he imagines touching a pregnant belly he will remember me. That is what good Pregnant Phone Sex does. It leaves him wanting more even after he finishes. I like that. I like knowing someone is out there thinking about filling me again.
    You can call and tell me exactly what you want to do to me while I rub my bump and listen. That is how this works. If you want to hear me get soft and needy and admit how much I want to be bred again, you already know where to find me. I am very good at making good boys want to take care of me. And I always end up right where I belong… melting for Daddy. All my heart, Trinity, your pregnant dream girl who melts for Daddy 🌷💖🤰

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  • Bathroom Play In The Shower

    STEAM · LIGHT ON · EXT 809

    Bathroom Play In The Shower

    I locked the door. You can still leave. You won’t.

    Bathroom Play · Pregnant Phone Sex · Pregnant Mommy · Confession · Taboo Phone Sex · Sensual Mommy · No Limits · Rough Sex · Cock Control · Breeding · Mommy Phone Sex

    You’re in my bathroom because I asked you to bring the towels and then I didn’t take them. Steam on the mirror. Water already running. I’m twenty-five and the bump is obvious under the open robe, and I didn’t bother tying it. Pregnant Phone Sex is what they search. You’re looking at my stomach and my chest and trying not to. Pregnant Mommy if you need the softer word. I don’t need the softer word right now.

    This is Bathroom Play. Say it so I know you heard me. I step under the water and I leave the robe on the hook. Short soft pink nails, a little grown out, on the tile. I look back. You’re still dressed. Confession: I like that you hesitate. Taboo Phone Sex is the name for the part where I tell you the bump makes me need it more, not less. I tell you that while the water runs down my back. You still haven’t moved.

    Sensual Mommy is the voice. Not the pace. No Limits on what I’ll ask for once you’re in. Rough Sex is what it becomes when I stop being shy. Cock Control is me wrapping my hand around you the second your clothes hit the mat and not letting you thrust. Breeding is the word I say against your mouth, soft, while I stroke you slow under the water. You get harder. I smile like I didn’t plan it.

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    Mommy Phone Sex if you moan it. I’ll allow it once. Then I turn you toward the wall, water on your shoulders, and I press the bump against your back so you feel how close I am. I reach around and stroke you, tight, thumb over the head, and I tell you not to move. You do. I stop. You apologize into the tile. I start again, slower, and I tell you the next stop is longer.

    I turn you back around. Water in my hair. I sink down carefully, one hand on your hip, and I take you in my mouth. Not deep. Mean and slow. I look up so you see the bump and my mouth at the same time. You try to hold my head. I pull off and tell you hands on the wall. You put them there. I go back down, wetter, and I don’t let you finish. When you get close I stand up and kiss you with the taste still there.

    I face the wall. Hands on the tile. I tell you to come in. You do, careful at first because of the bump, then harder when I push back and tell you I can take it. The water runs over both of us. You hold my hips. I reach down and touch myself while you fuck me, and I get louder than I meant to. Bathroom Play is the shy girl who locked the door and then stopped being shy. I come with my forehead on the tile and my hand still moving.

    You try to speed up. I tell you not yet. I make you stay deep and slow until I’m done shaking. Then I reach back, stroke you where we’re joined, and I tell you to finish on my lower back. Not inside. You do. Hot, then the water takes it. I stay braced on the tile and I laugh, small, and I tell you that was for me first.

    I turn around under the water. Robe still on the hook. I kiss your chest and I make you say thank you. You do, hoarse. I hand you the towel I never took. You’re dripping. I’m dripping. I don’t offer to dry you.

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    If you call tonight, don’t ask if the water is still on. Come already hard and already quiet. Bathroom Play with me starts when I lock the door. You can still leave. You won’t.

    The mirror is fogged. You’re not. That’s Bathroom Play when it’s me. I leave the water running and I don’t hand you a second towel.

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    All my heart,
    Trinity, your pregnant dream girl who melts for Daddy

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