Anna lounged on her worn couch in the dim glow of the television, her massive belly swollen with four big babies shifting restlessly inside her at nine months. As a single mom determined to handle everything solo, she had planned this free home birth down to the last detail—no doctors, no partners, just her strength and the quiet night. The movie flickered with action scenes, but her mind wandered to the heat building between her thighs, pregnancy hormones making her pussy ache with need. She rubbed her distended belly, feeling the wetness already starting to drip as she grew horny. Suddenly, a sharp knock interrupted her solitude. It was Marcus, her occasional lover who always showed up uninvited. "Anna, I know you're in there. Let me in before I break the door down with this hard cock of mine," he called through the wood. She smirked, her voice strong and laced with wit as she replied, "Marcus, you know I want this birth alone, just me and these four giants. But if you're here to scratch an itch, make it quick and clever." He entered with a grin, and their banter sparked instantly. "Still playing the independent queen? Your ass looks incredible in that nightgown, dripping with anticipation," he teased. Anna shot back, "Flattery won't get you the delivery room, but it might get you between my legs. Come here and prove that tongue is as sharp as your wit." They built tension with extended exchanges, her hands exploring his growing erection while she panted about her plans. "I don't need saving, Marcus, but your cock feels too good to refuse tonight." Clothes fell away in a rush of sweating bodies, her strong frame guiding him to the couch. He knelt, delivering a blowjob that had her moaning witty retorts like, "Don't get attached—this pussy is mine to birth with, not yours to claim." The seduction peaked as he entered her, thrusting hard while dialogue flew: "You're so wet and dripping, Anna. Horny enough to forget your solo rule?" She laughed breathlessly, riding him with fierce control, "Rule stays, but cum for me now." Their explicit climax hit in waves of panting and cum, her body clenching around him as she came intensely. Mid-orgasm, her water broke suddenly, flooding the cushions without a hint of panic. Anna stayed composed, pushing him away gently yet firmly. "Time for you to go, lover. These babies are mine alone." He dressed reluctantly amid more sharp words, leaving her to her power. As the door closed, she whispered to the night, savoring the start of her true journey.
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