Housewife

Mary Jane Beck struggled a bit as she bent down to pull the cookies out of the oven. It had been months since she'd gone 'missing.' To her, though, this was the life she'd always had. As she stood up, the hot tray in one mitted hand, she rested her hand on her belly. Her husband was quite virile. He'd knocked her up quite quickly after they'd started trying for a child.

She set the tray down and dusted off her hands on her apron. She had become the perfect housewife. She'd take care of the house and then serve her man when he got home. That was all she knew; it was all she needed to know.

Later that night, after dinner, the sounds of pain could be heard from the upstairs room of their quaint home. Mary Jane sat naked atop Quentin Beck, his cock slowly sliding in and out of her. Even pregnant, she would not deny her man sex. He was her entire reason for living!

She felt her core heat up, cumming simply from contact with his cock — an adjustment he had made quite some time ago. "Oh my god! You always give me the most amazing orgasms, tiger!" She gasped, running a hand through her hair. MJ bit her lip and looked down at him; the night had only begun.