Kimberly Chi Pregnant Porn Novels & Stories

"Suck 'em raw! Bite my nipples till they bleed! I'm ovulating --my womb's screaming for your seed!” “Please, Kelvin, I need your hot cum flooding me… Don't make this horny bitch wait! Use me, breed me! Fuck me like you fucking mean it!” I cried out as he released stinging smacks on my tits. He latched on like a starving wolf, sucking one nipple viciously while his teeth gnawed the other, tugging until I howled. Juices squirted down my thighs, soaking my stockings. His other hand ripped my thong aside to ram three thick fingers into my sloppy, fertile hole

The door closed behind her, and Kimberly swept her damp hair back. "Pull out!" she told Igor. "Make me!" Igor replied, driving into her again, faster than before. "Igor I can't! Just... Just this once!" She cried hard, folding her palms to stop herself from moaning. "So you can go meet Micheal? Are you fucking that bastard too?" Igor replied, finally pulling out. Kimberly got down from the couch and gathered her panties and bra scattered on the ground.

“Perfect. Now I’ll order new clothes online. No way I’m wearing your boring stuff.” Kimmy said nothing. Before leaving, Kimberly looked at her sharply. “Remember, don’t let Gray get suspicious. If he asks, just say I was visiting Mom and Dad. Don’t mess up a single thing.” Kimmy nodded. “I know.” Kimberly patted her shoulder. “Good. If you pull it off, I’ll give you another thousand.” Kimmy didn’t answer, just lowered her head and took the small bag Kimberly handed her. That night, Kimmy left the bar dressed perfectly as Kimberly Chandra. She looked at the quiet night street, took a deep breath, and whispered,

I breathe heavily as he pins me to the wall, his hands wrapped tight around my throat I could barely breathe. ‘You hear me, Sera? I found you first. I noticed you first! I fell for you first. No one else, I mean, no one should put their hands on you, because if they do, I swear to God, Sera, I'll fucking break their arms and legs and serve it to you to eat!’ He growls. Seraphina Puckett is the perfect definition of trauma. A walking trauma. She tries to navigate her life, trying to bring in sunshine but as the world is determined to make it rain on her, what does she do? Does she get beaten in the rain or walk through it? When her abusive father gets out of prison and is out t

Kimberly said firmly mixed with real panic. “Call my name, and I will let you go,” Damian whispered again while roughly caressing her cheek. “Damian Darrel, let me go!” Kimberly said firmly, breathing heavily with emotion. Damian smiled mysteriously. He released his hug on Kimberly. But unfortunately, he didn’t really let go. He pulled Kimberly’s chin, bringing her lips closer to his. “You’re like a wild tiger when angry. I like your anger, Kim,” he whispered hoarsely.

He rested his head on the headrest of the couch and said, “This is good news. Doctor, I'm going to be a father.” The doctor smiled and affirmed, “Yes. You will be a father. Congratulations.” “Thank you, Doctor, for the compliment. But I have a question.” “Go ahead. I expected that you would have many questions.” Denise smiled and bashfully asked, “Can we still have fun in the presence of the baby?” “Are you afraid that you may harm the baby?” “Something like that," he answered. “It is all right, Mr. Bailey. In response to your question, sex is safe throughout pregnancy, and she may need it more than you do. Please, give her all the support she needs at this point.”

Kim nodded and continued, "In Sacramento, I went back to our house to look for you." Ian was surprised and asked, "You did? Why did you take such a risk?" "I didn't know what to do," Kim explained. "When I first ran from the house, I went into a church. But when I came out, an old couple deceived me. I thought they were nice people, but they took me to their house and tied me up. I had become unconscious, so when I opened my eyes, I was in a room with a disgusting man who wanted to have his way with me.

My pussy is soaked, and I know that Wesley can feel it when he pushes his groin forward, brushing the bulge of it against my thighs. “It’s better for pregnant women to be on top,” he murmurs while teasing me with the wet tip of his cock. “Getting on all our fours is another option...or placing your hands against the wall,” his lips quirk up. “Or you can ride me on a chair with your face facing the other way. The choice is yours.” I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, unsure which option to go with. The chair sounds sexy, but I’m worried I’m too heavy. Though, after seeing Wesley’s heavily built body, I doubt that’s going to be an issue.

Scarlett asked. Upon hearing Scarlett's question, Xavier stopped eating. "Pregnant? Who is pregnant?" Xavier asked. All eyes turned to Karina, leaving Xavier stunned. "Are you pregnant?" Xavier asked again, as if his hopes were shattered. Karina nodded her head hesitantly, "I'm already 12 weeks along," Karina replied. Xavier was instantly taken aback. "What?" Viggo turned to Xavier, "Yes, I'm her future husband. What's the matter? Is there a problem with you?" Viggo asked.

She was cumming, a violent, helpless orgasm that ripped through her, her juices gushing around Marcus’s dick, her throat constricting around Jax’s, her ass clamping around the thick intrusion behind her. The cameras caught it all. Her eyes rolling back. Her mouth forced wide. Her body bucking between the three men. The stream chat was a frenzy of celebration. She was theirs. And in the dizzying, shameful, ecstatic aftermath, as the cocks kept moving, prolonging her climax into a continuous state of overwhelmed bliss, she knew—with a horrifying, thrilling certainty—that she liked it.