My Steamy Story: Amina’s hands roam over Yusuf’s body...

My Story Time:

OMG, bestie, let me spill the tea on something so forbidden, it literally had me shook. So there I was, Amina, eight months pregnant and high-key feeling like a hormonal goddess. Yusuf, this sweet, innocent guy I’d been low-key mentoring at work, was over under the guise of ‘helping me organize the nursery’. The vibe was…spicy. I could tell he was nervous, his eyes wide, and sheesh, the way he looked at my swollen belly? I knew I had to have him.

So I just went for it. My hands started roaming over his chest, feeling his heart hammering through his shirt. I pushed my big belly against his thin frame, and he gasped. I was like, “Just relax, baby,” and I guided him back onto my bed. The look on his face was iconic—pure, unadulterated shock. I stripped his jeans off, my hands all over his hard dick, and I swear I’d never felt a guy so tense. But I wasn’t having it. I climbed on top, guiding his cock right into my soaking wet pussy. The feeling was insane—so deep, my pregnant body just swallowing him whole. I started riding him, moaning loud AF, my hands on my own belly. I leaned down and whispered in his ear, “You like how my pregnant pussy feels, Yusuf? You’re all mine now.” He just groaned, his eyes rolling back, and I knew his innocence was officially yeeted. This taboo passion is my new addiction, period.