Anna lounged on her worn couch in the dim glow of the television, her swollen belly a massive dome housing four big babies at nine months. As a single mom determined to birth them alone at home, she craved solitude and control. The movie flickered with witty banter between leads, but her mind wandered to the ache between her legs. Pregnancy had made her constantly horny, her body alive with need. She shifted, feeling the wetness already dripping from her pussy. A knock at the door startled her, but she stayed put until curiosity won. Opening it revealed Mark, her sharp-tongued ex who always knew how to push buttons. "Anna, you look ready to pop those quadruplets any second," he quipped with a grin. She smirked back, strong and unyielding. "And you're here to watch the show? Not a chance, but come in if you're not squeamish."
They settled on the couch, dialogue sparking immediately. "This movie's predictable," Mark said, eyes lingering on her curves. "Unlike you, always full of surprises." Anna laughed, her voice husky. "Surprises like how horny I get with these babies kicking? Or how I plan to push them out right here, no help needed." The tension built as they bantered, her hand brushing his thigh accidentally. She felt his cock harden under her touch, and she didn't pull away. "Bold tonight," he teased. "Think you can handle me without the drama?" Anna leaned closer, her breath hot. "I handle everything myself, but maybe I'll let you warm me up first."
Seduction unfolded with extended exchanges. "Your ass looks incredible in those leggings," Mark murmured. Anna retorted wittily, "Flattery won't get you far, but that hard cock pressing against me might." She straddled him carefully, dominating the moment as the strong woman she was. Clothes shed slowly, revealing her dripping pussy and his throbbing erection. "Suck it," she commanded playfully. He obliged with a blowjob that had her panting, but she took charge, guiding him. The sex built intensely, her riding him with powerful thrusts, sweat glistening on their bodies. "Fuck, your pussy's so wet and tight," he groaned. Anna shot back, "And your cock feels perfect stretching me. Don't stop until I come."
The climax hit hard as they moved to the floor, explicit and raw. Anna's ass bounced with each grind, her pussy clenching around him while she dictated the pace. "I'm so horny, dripping for this," she panted, witty jabs continuing amid moans. "Bet you never expected to fuck a woman about to birth four babies solo." Mark thrust deeper, sweating profusely. "You're unstoppable." She came first, body shuddering, then he followed, cum spilling inside her as they both climaxed together in a frenzy of panting and heat.
Afterward, Anna caught her breath, strong and satisfied. But suddenly her water broke, a warm gush soaking the floor without panic. She smiled calmly, knowing her plan. "Time for the real show, alone." Mark looked stunned. "You sure?" "Positive," she replied firmly. "This is my birth, my way." As he dressed to leave, she winked. "The night's just getting started, but without you."
The door clicked shut behind him, leaving Anna to her destiny with a tantalizing promise of deeper pleasures ahead in the chapters to come.
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