Brenda is such a good wife....

Her hands, trembling slightly with eagerness, reached up to cradle her heavy, milk-laden breasts. With a soft, breathy sigh, she leaned forward, pressing the warm, yielding mounds of flesh together around the thick, veined shaft of his cock. The damp fabric of her top clung, cool against her heated skin, as she began a slow, deliberate rhythm, sliding his length between the slick valley of her cleavage. Each upward stroke squeezed him tightly, the swollen tips of her nipples grazing the sensitive head, drawing low, guttural groans from Bobby. His hands settled heavily on her head, fingers tangling in her hair, guiding the pace, urging her to milk him harder, faster, the wet, rhythmic sound filling the quiet room. She kept her eyes locked on his face, watching the pleasure tighten his features, her own need coiling tighter with every thrust between her soft, giving flesh.

When the slick friction of her breasts wasn't enough, when his groans became sharp commands, she slid lower, her mouth replacing the soft embrace of her cleavage. Her lips parted, taking him deep, the head bumping the back of her throat as she sucked with **** hunger. Her tongue swirled and pressed along the underside, tasting the salty pre-cum that beaded there, her movements eager and practiced. Bobby's grip tightened, his hips rocking forward, driving himself deeper into the wet heat of her mouth. The sounds were obscene, wet sucking and choked gasps, as she worked him with single-minded devotion, her own core clenching with empty need. He held her there, fucking her face with slow, deep strokes, until his body tensed, a harsh cry ripped from his throat, and thick ropes of cum pulsed hotly down her throat, some escaping to spatter her chin and the swell of her exposed breasts.

After he'd emptied himself into her mouth, his breathing ragged, Bobby didn't let her rest. With a low growl, his hands shifted, gripping her shoulders and pulling her up, then guiding her backwards until she lay sprawled on the soft carpet. Her legs were pushed apart, her damp maternity panties tugged aside with rough impatience. Before she could even gasp, his mouth was on her, his tongue delving deep into her slick, swollen folds. He feasted on her with a focused intensity, his tongue circling her clit, then plunging inside her needy entrance, lapping up her arousal. Brenda cried out, her back arching off the floor, her fingers clawing at the carpet as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over her.

Her thighs snapped shut around his head, trapping him against her slick, quivering core. She felt the rumble of his groan vibrate through her sensitive flesh, sending fresh jolts of pleasure straight to her clit. "Darling..." she pouted breathlessly, the word catching in her throat as his tongue flicked mercilessly over her swollen bud. A giggle bubbled up, high and ****, as she ground herself harder against his mouth. "...I can't wait for OUR daughters to be born..." His teeth grazed her clit then, sharp and sudden, making her cry out. "...because I want your cock inside me so bad... want to feel you fill me up again... OH! OH RIGHT THERE!" Her plea dissolved into a high-pitched wail as he sucked hard, his tongue driving deep inside her pulsing entrance.

He didn't let up, his mouth working her with ruthless precision. The flat of his tongue pressed firm against her clit, circling, then flicking in rapid, maddening strokes. His fingers joined the ****, two thick digits plunging into her dripping channel, curling upwards to stroke that spot deep inside that made her vision blur. The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth on her, the slick slide of his fingers, filled the room, mingling with her ragged gasps and choked cries. She writhed beneath him, her hips bucking wildly, but his grip on her thighs held her pinned, forcing her to take every devastating lick, every deep thrust.

The pressure built, coiling tighter and tighter in her belly, a white-hot knot of pure need. Her fingers tangled in his hair, not to push him away, but to hold him closer, to grind herself harder against the relentless pressure of his tongue. Stars exploded behind her eyelids. "Bobby! Please... please... I'm gonna... DARRRLLLLIIINNNNGGGGG!" Her voice shattered, lost in a guttural scream as the orgasm ripped through her. It was violent, all-consuming, tearing through her body in wave after wave of electric pleasure. Her pussy clenched violently around his fingers, milking them as her back arched impossibly high off the carpet, her cry echoing off the walls.

Slowly, tremors still wracking her body, she collapsed back onto the soft carpet, utterly spent. Bobby lifted his head, his chin and lips glistening wetly with her arousal. He looked down at her, sprawled and trembling, a satisfied, predatory gleam in his dark eyes. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then leaned down, his voice a low growl against her ear. "Good girl, "Mommy"......"

His satisfied chuckle vibrated against her skin as she lay boneless on the carpet, the scent of sex and her own arousal thick in the air. A languid sigh escaped Brenda's lips as she blinked up at the ceiling, the pleasant haze slowly clearing. Her gaze drifted towards the ornate clock on the mantelpiece, and her eyes widened in sudden, flustered horror. "Oh my goodness!" she gasped, scrambling to sit up, her heavy breasts swaying with the abrupt movement. "Look at the time! Dinner is late! The twins... and you must be starving!" A deep blush stained her cheeks and chest, mortification warring with the lingering aftershocks of pleasure still tingling through her core. "Let me go get ready!" she declared, pushing herself up onto shaky legs, her damp maternity top clinging uncomfortably.

As she turned towards the door, her very pregnant belly leading the way, Bobby's large hand shot out with startling speed. A sharp, stinging smack landed squarely on the plump curve of her ass, the sound loud in the quiet room. "Ahh! OH!" Brenda squealed, the unexpected impact sending a jolt of pure, electric sensation straight to her already sensitive clit. Her knees buckled slightly, a fresh, small gush of wetness soaking her already damp panties as a tiny, involuntary orgasm rippled through her. She caught herself on the doorframe, trembling, a breathless giggle escaping her despite the shock. "You naughty boy!" she scolded over her shoulder, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of reproach and delight. She wiggled her hips teasingly, the sting already fading into a warm, pleasant throb. "Honestly! Do you want your favorite cheesecake for dessert tonight or not?" Brenda flashed him a playful, knowing smile, her blush deepening. "Of course I'd do it for you anyhow, darling," she purred, before turning and hurrying out of the room, her hips swaying with an extra, deliberate sway. The phantom sting on her ass and the lingering wetness between her thighs were potent reminders of his dominance.