The need to uncontrollably unload in my woman everyday. Knowing she wants my cum in her 24/7 and that beyond a shadow of a doubt she will get pregnant. To feel her pussy fluttering and gripping my cock as though begging for another load to be shot deep into her waiting cervix as she begs for it. Legs locked around my waist with zero chance of them letting me out until every drop of cum is inside her, the excess acting as lube and then to hold me there as a natural plug to make sure it doesn’t run out. Chests heaving and breathless, knowing that this time it’s going to take as she’s her most fertile. That she’s going to get pregnant and in nine months she’ll be swollen, unable to bend as her tits fill with milk. Until doggy and cowgirl are the only comfortable positions because of her massive belly. Having to drain her breasts to help stop them from aching, as she drains my balls because she’s hornier than ever.

Proudly showing her off, body changing as our child grows inside her. When the time comes the excitement when her water breaks and we rush the hospital to welcome our first child into the world. Coming home as a family after. The tender love of looking after her and making sure she’s comfortable at home. Trying to find time for each other while caring for the baby. The sexual tension building small looks, touches, needs coming back. Until one night we can’t keep off each other and it all happens again.