Pregnant Helen Parr... One Cock, Two Holes: She Rides Him Like a Goddess (150+ images in Download-Link)

She stood in front of the mirror, her hands gently resting on the curve of her belly — full, glowing, alive.

There was something about pregnancy that made her feel more powerful than ever. Her body had softened in all the right places. Her skin was warm and sensitive. Every breath, every touch, felt deeper. Closer. More real.

He watched her from the bed, eyes dark with hunger. It had been like this for weeks now — the way he looked at her, touched her, worshipped her. She felt like a goddess in his hands.

When he came up behind her, his fingers traced the sides of her belly with reverence, his lips pressing softly against the back of her neck.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered. “I’ve never wanted you more.”

She turned to him, meeting his lips with her own, slow and deep. There was no rush. No awkwardness. Just heat. Trust. Need.

He helped her down onto the bed, his hands never leaving her skin. Every kiss was a promise. Every caress sent fire through her veins.

Her body was sensitive in ways it had never been before — every brush of his tongue, every graze of his fingertips made her moan softly, her hips instinctively rocking, searching for more.

He moved inside her with care, but with hunger too — listening to every breath, every whisper. Her belly pressed against him, full and round, and he loved it. She saw it in his eyes. Felt it in the way he held her, gripped her, moved with her.

She came first — slow, shaking, lips parted in a silent cry. He followed soon after, with a deep, broken sound and arms wrapped tightly around her.

They stayed like that, breathless and tangled, the room still humming with heat.

“I love you like this,” he said, kissing the hollow of her throat.

“I love me like this too,” she whispered back, smiling. “And I’m not done yet.”

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