They move the to bedroom

"Let's move this to the bedroom," Sarah suggests, her voice a sultry whisper.

Wiley nods eagerly, following her naked form down the hallway like a man in a trance. The camera in her purse catches only fragments as she strategically repositions it before joining him on the bed.

In the soft glow of his bedside lamp, Sarah straddles him once more, guiding him inside her with a satisfied sigh. She leans forward, her breasts brushing against his chest as she takes his hands in hers, deliberately placing his right hand against her bare stomach.

"You know," she murmurs, her ring finger pressed against the back of his hand, the diamond cool against his skin, "I've always had this fantasy about getting pregnant on my wedding night."

The effect is immediate. Wiley's eyes snap to her stomach, fixating on her navel where his hand rests beneath hers. For five long seconds, he stares, unblinking, at the spot where the engagement ring catches the light. When he realizes Sarah is watching him watch the ring, he jerks his gaze away, but the damage is done.

His face is a battlefield of emotions—shock, realization, and something like defeat washing over his features in rapid succession. There's no pretending now, no way to act as though he hasn't seen the diamond that's been flashing before him all evening.

Sarah smiles knowingly, continuing to rock slowly on top of him. "As you can see," she says, deliberately twisting the ring on her finger, "I think motherhood might be in my near future."

Wiley swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously. "You... you never know what the future might hold," he manages, his voice strained.

A laugh bubbles up from Sarah's throat, light and mocking. "Oh really? Do you know something I don't, Wiley?"

His eyes dart nervously to the nightstand where the purse sits, where he believes the tampered pill bottle is safely hidden. "Ah... no... just, you know. You never know."

Sarah pretends not to notice his glance, instead reaching between them with her left hand, and slips it inside Wiley's pants as she begins to stroke his cock. "Mmm, you're getting harder," she observes, clenching around him. "Does the thought of having sex with a pregnant woman excite you?"

Wiley groans, his hips bucking involuntarily. "N…n n n no."

Sarah laughs, her eyes gleaming with wicked delight. "But you got harder after I told you my plans."

Wiley looks away, his face flushed with shame and desire. "That's not why I got hard."

Sarah pulls her ring hand out of Wiley's pants and licks some of Wiley's precum off the engagement ring I gave her before saying "Mmm," she purrs, "tell me, Wiley. What is it about pregnancy that gets you this excited? Because I have never seen you precum this much."

Wiley struggles as he tries to find an excuse. "Ah... I think... well I think it would be hot to get a woman I love pregnant."

Sarah licks more of his cum off her hand. "Oh really. That's your fantasy. You know I am on birth control." They both silently glance towards her purse. Sarah to wink at me, Wiley to look at the pill bottle, as Sarah continues, "So we can pretend if you want."

The tension in the room thickens. Sarah's gaze locks with Wiley's, a predatory gleam in her eyes as she watches him squirm beneath her.

"Pretend?" Wiley's voice cracks, his eyes darting between Sarah's face and her hand, where my ring glistens with his own precum.

Sarah leans forward, pressing her finger to his lips, silencing his confusion. The diamond catches the lamplight as she shifts her weight, lifting herself off him momentarily.

"Ssh, enough talk let's do it. After all that why I am here isn't it" Sarah whispers as she pulls his cock out.

Wiley's protests die in his throat as Sarah positions herself over him again, sinking down with deliberate slowness. His eyes roll back, all thoughts of rings and pregnancies momentarily forgotten as pleasure overwhelms him.

"That's it," Sarah murmurs, setting a rhythm that has Wiley clutching at the sheets. "No more questions. No more thinking."

She places her hands on his chest, the engagement ring prominently displayed as she rides him. Through the camera, I can see her expression—calculating despite her feigned abandon, watching Wiley's face for every flicker of emotion.

"Fuck, Sarah," Wiley gasps, his hips bucking upward to meet her thrusts. "You feel so amazing."

Sarah laughs, the sound both seductive and slightly cruel. "Better than your fantasies?" she asks, deliberately clenching around him.

"Better than anything," he admits, his hands moving to grip her hips. "Better than I ever imagined."

The pace quickens, their bodies slapping together in the quiet of his bedroom. Sarah throws her head back, putting on a show for both men watching her—the one beneath her and the one through the camera.

"Fill me up," she demands, her voice husky with command. "Give me everything you have."

Wiley's face contorts with pleasure and something like desperation. His fingers dig into her flesh as he drives himself deeper, chasing his release with frantic determination.

“Oh fuck, sarah-bear, I am so close… I want to fill you womb with my sead!”he pants, his rhythm faltering as he approaches the edge.

Sarah leans down, her lips brushing his ear as she whispers words meant for him alone—words the camera can't quite catch. Whatever she says makes Wiley's eyes fly open, his body tensing beneath hers.

"Do it," she commands, sitting up straight again, making sure the ring is clearly visible as she brings herself to climax. "Now, Wiley. Now!"

They come together, Sarah's cry of pleasure mingling with Wiley's guttural moan. For a moment, they remain locked together, their breathing ragged in the aftermath.

She rolls off him and opens her legs giving the phone a clear view of her cum plastered pussy, before the phone turns off.