Emma's pregnant

"Morning baby," you whisper in Emma's ear as you wake the next morning, kissing her as your dick hardens at the thought of fucking her again.

"Go to work and put that thing away baby," she teases you when she feels your dick sliding over her pussy lips, "I'll see you again soon. I'm due for a period soon. If I miss it, then I know you knocked me up."

"If you don't get pregnant...I'll just have to fuck you again baby..." you tell her, squeezing her tit as she moans in your ear, both of you finally separating so that you can go to work and Emma can figure out what her next move might be.

And about a week later, when Emma returned to your office in a pair of sweatpants and a black shirt, you had a pretty good feeling about it.

"Emma...what's up baby?" you tell her as she skips into your office and closes the door, kissing you as she sits on your couch.

"I'm late John," she tells you, unable to contain her excitement, "my period's late. That means I'm pregnant with your child, baby. I bought a pregnancy test to make sure, and it was positive."

"Emma...that's great...I'm glad to see you so happy about it," you tell her as you share a kiss with her on your couch, laying her down on it and getting on top of her, "what are we going to do about...him...though?"

"UH...OHGOD...keep going..." she moans as you peel her out of her sweatpants and pull the rest of her clothes off, "I'm going to dump his ass. You're the one that makes me happy."