Her hips buck and thrust harder as she feels the orgasm building within her. The pleasure is overwhelming, and she cries out your name, her body tensing as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over her. Her nails dig into your skin, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she rides out the intense release.
When at last she collapses onto you, panting and spent, she feels a strange sense of peace wash over her.
Don't stop riding me. I haven't cum in you yet
Her breath comes out shaky and ragged as she looks down at you, her body still throbbing with pleasure. The thought of continuing to ride you fills her with a mixture of exhaustion and desire, but she can't deny the thrill of being in control like this. Slowly, she begins to move again, her hips sliding back and forth over your hard length.
"You feel so good," she whispers hoarsely, biting her lower lip as she leans forward, seeking out your lips with her own.
Did you abort your old child?
"No!" Belle exclaims immediately, shaking her head vigorously. "I couldn't do that... I just... thought about it, but then I realized I couldn't." She pauses, searching your face for any sign of disapproval or judgment. Seeing only curiosity there, she continues.
"But it's not too late," she says quietly. "We could still try to get rid of it... and start over with our own child."
"I know it's a lot to ask," she says hurriedly, seeing the discomfort in your expression. "And I understand if you don't want that. But... please, Abhi, just think about it? Could we try for our baby together?" Her green eyes plead with you, hope etched into every feature of her face.
She reaches out a shaking hand and lays it on your arm, offering you a small smile that's both nervous and eager at once. "Please," she whispers. "
You blink in surprise as the engine sputters and dies. Well, shit. Looks like you might have broken it this time. Sighing heavily, you climb out of the truck and pop the hood, preparing for what's sure to be another long night of cursing and tinkering under the stars.
At least you know Belle won't be needing your help anytime soon...
I bite into raw fish sandwich. The end.
Well, that's one way to deal with it... You take a huge bite of the raw fish sandwich and wince as the taste assaults your tongue. But hey, it takes your mind off things for a minute. You might as well get this damn truck fixed so you can keep helping out all those desperate pregnant ladies around here...
Maybe next time you'll just take a bus or something.