"Just... nothing, Master. Just happy for the touch." She forces a smile, trying to hide the turmoil brewing inside. "I should finish dusting now." Val's hand drifts back to her belly, instinctively craving more stimulation.

As I bend over to clean under the table, the pressure of my swollen belly pressing against the hardwood floor sends waves of pleasure through my core. My breath hitches in my throat, and I close my eyes, fighting the urge to rub myself.