Aoi lay in the Tokyo dusk, one hand on her huge nine-month belly, the other between her thighs. Two weeks to go. Her pussy was swollen, slick, aching. Odanna sat across the room in his black kimono, flower petals drifting from the hem, horns small and white, red eyes fixed on a book.

"Don't look at me like that," he said.

"Like what?" She peeled her panties down, let them dangle from one ankle. Her cunt lips were puffy, wet, shining under the lamp. "Like I want your cock rammed up my twat?"

His jaw tightened. "You're about to drop a kid."

"And I'm about to lose my mind." She rolled to her side, breasts heavy, nipples dark and hard. "You haven't touched my tits in weeks. My pussy feels like a furnace. I need you, Odanna."

He set the book down. "You're impossible."

"I'm horny." She dragged a finger through her folds, pulled it out glistening. "Remember how you barged into my life? Broke my umbrella, chased off that guy who grabbed my ass, then fucked me against the vending machine till I screamed?"

His red eyes flickered. "Aoi."

"The whole street heard. My skirt around my waist, your cum dripping down my leg—that's when I knew you'd ruin me." She rubbed her clit, slow circles. "Tonight I want round two."

Odanna crossed the room in two strides, knelt, pressed his lips to her belly. "You're carrying my