” He whispered into my ear, making me let out a shaky moan.“Papí.” I moaned, bucking my hips up as he thrusted into me. “Mm fuck you naughty ...ittle thing, papí is making you feel good huh? You like my cock inside your tight little pussy babygirl?” He grunted, and thrusting harder into e making me whimper and spread my legs wider, wrapping them around his hips,“Fuck! Yes papí you feel so good inside me!” I moaned feeling close to my first orgasm as he continued to thrust into me with deep long. . horrible-horrible-horrible. I just knew it.This morning, she was dressed sensibly in a light blue, long-sleeve, button-down shirt and a pair of stonewashed jeans with the knees blown out, and the pair of Reebok's that I had bought her for Christmas. I fact, I had bought everything she wore for Christmas. I wondered what significance I should attach to that, if any. Stumbling out the door and across the hall to the bathroom, I reversed myself and stumbled back into my bedroom again, only to be. And she only got sexier. On the weeks that led to her seven-month mark, her belly swelled, her breasts engorged, and her nipples darkened. Jenny's fair skin bloomed with pregnant glow and her navel, week by week, crept outward toward the surface of her bulging belly dome.Her work changed too, as she grew comfortable with the process and increasingly pleased – even a little smug – that her pregnant body and the sexy personality that radiated from it were making the customers beat their meat all. I have had enough of angry husbands. One husband screaming and yelling at me because I had taken nude photos of his wife without his permission was enough for me. No, crazy overly possessive husbands, I want nothing to do with. He's your husband, not mine. So, you deal with him, not me, sister.Also, hopefully, not any pornographic photo shoots. I don't do those. I take erotic art photos, but that's all. I am a professional photographer and do not want involvement in anyone's funny games..