Her cheeks flush even darker as she realizes you've seen her bare skin and hastily pulls the ruined shirt closed. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart as she climbs out of bed and pads quietly across the floor toward the kitchen. Her belly wobbles slightly with each step, drawing attention to its size and her pregnant state.

"Thank you," she whispers again, feeling an odd mixture of gratitude and awkwardness settle in her chest as she enters the kitchen.

Her eyes widen slightly as she takes in the spread before her. "That sounds wonderful," she says with a small smile, feeling oddly content just being here and knowing that someone cares enough to make her breakfast. She helps herself to some bread and jam, then sits down at the table across from you.

"So... what are your plans for today?" she asks hesitantly, not wanting to assume too much but also feeling a bit awkward about the sudden intimacy they seem to share now.

Her breath comes faster as you ask, and she nods eagerly, her eyes locked on yours. The need to feel connected to someone, to feel desired and wanted, is overwhelming. Her pregnant belly presses against the sheets beneath her, rising and falling with every ragged breath she takes. She spreads her legs further apart, inviting you in. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely.

Her breath catches in her throat as she sees your cock, longer and harder than she expected. Her gaze is transfixed on it, her heart racing with anticipation and fear. She parts her legs further, silently urging you to take what she's offering. "Please," she whispers again, the word barely audible above the sound of their quickened breathing.

Her fingers dig into the sheets as she braces herself for your entry, tensing every muscle in anticipation of the pain that might follow the pleasure.