Begin the game show

The studio lights blaze down as Tiffany adjusts herself in the host chair, one hand resting protectively on her baby bump. She taps her tablet screen and smiles wickedly at you.

"Our first question for contestant Maya," she announces, her voice carrying the professional timbre of a game show host despite her condition. "While performer number one gets into position, please name the three primary colors in light spectrum physics."

DeShawn approaches the bed, his muscular form casting a shadow over your schoolgirl outfit. His fingers trace up your thigh as you try to focus on the question.

"Red, blue, and green," you answer confidently, though DeShawn's touch sends a tremor through your body. You notice immediately that your careful fertility protocols have had an unexpected side effect—heightened sensitivity in your erogenous zones.

"Correct!" Tiffany announces, sounding almost disappointed. "That means Maya chooses the next position."

"Missionary," you say quickly, wanting to maintain eye contact with DeShawn to help your focus.

As DeShawn positions himself between your thighs, Tiffany reads the next question: "Name the three branches of the United States government."

DeShawn begins a slow, deliberate rhythm, and your breath catches. The sensations are exponentially more intense than you remembered—Dr. Reid's supplements have amplified every nerve ending.

"Ex-executive," you stammer, struggling to form words as DeShawn hits a particularly sensitive spot. "Legislative, and... judicial!"

"Correct again," Tiffany says with a pout. "Though I must say, viewers, our contestant seems to be struggling despite her correct answers. Those fertility treatments making you a bit oversensitive, Maya?"

You open your mouth to protest her commentary, but DeShawn chooses that moment to change his angle slightly, making your eyes widen.

"For our third question," Tiffany continues, her voice taking on a mocking tone, "name all nine planets in our solar system."

"There are only eight recognized planets," you manage, gripping the sheets as DeShawn maintains his rhythm. "Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars—" DeShawn speeds up suddenly, making you gasp mid-answer. "Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune."

"Technically correct," Tiffany acknowledges. "Though I think our viewers would have enjoyed seeing you take that first creampie. You won't be so lucky with the next questions, I promise. Your body is practically begging for it—look how wet you are already."

The camera zooms in on where you and DeShawn are joined, providing indisputable evidence of your arousal. Your cheeks burn with embarrassment, but the heat spreading through your lower body threatens to overwhelm your mental focus entirely.