Let's make sure

You carefully move off the sofa, Arthur looking questioning at you. You walk toward the staircase, smiling.

"I want to make sure I'm pregnant, but I think we should take this to the bedroom. There's a lot more room," you say with a grin.

Arthur smiles, quickly darting from the sofa and picking you up, dangling you over his shoulder. You squeal in delight as he carries you up the stairs.

Time is a blur. You remember not even making it to the bed as the two of you fall to the floor. Arthur is on top of you, fucking you into the floor as you grasp him desperately. You recall riding him on the floor, digging your nails into his pecks as you drive your hips in demand of his cum. You're lifted against the wall, your legs wrapped around his tight ass as he pounds into you relentlessly. You present your ass in the air, your face in the pillow as he grips your hips and drives into you from behind. You ride him again, this time on the bed with your ass facing him, shifting your hips and exposing your asshole for his viewing pleasure. Your face is once more in the pillow as you lie prone on your stomach, moaning desperately as Arthur's balls kept slapping against you, somehow still having seed to give you. Eventually your recollection fades, and exhaustion claims you both.