A week later. And she's carrying your child.

Like all of your flings with your clients seem to do, things with Molly settled down after your last fling with her in your car, at least until she showed up about a week later in a sexy yellow tank top and a black skirt.

"Molly...I knew you'd come back for more baby..." you tease her as you looked her up and down and made no secret how bad you wanted her right then and there.

"Sit down a second John...I have to tell you something," she tells you as she grabs you by the arm and pulls you down on the couch next to her, locking eyes with you before she continues, "I'm pregnant. It's yours."

"I'd say this calls for a celebration Molly," you tell her as you run your hands up and down her smooth, sexy legs and work your way inside her skirt, drawing moans of satisfaction from her as you rub her pussy through her panties.

"Fox...may...not...be...too...happy...OHGOD...lick me..." she moans as you lay her down on the couch, slide her skirt down and push her panties away as you start to lick her tight cunt, her eyes rolling back into her head as you eat her out.

"I'll handle them baby...they should be as happy as you are that your personal needs are being met..." you whisper to her as you drill away at her pussy with your tongue, her walls wrapping tightly around it as she lifts her hips off the bed and cums for you.