Elena lounged on the couch in their sunlit apartment, her heavily pregnant belly a proud dome under a loose silk robe that barely contained her swollen breasts. At eight months, she carried their child with fierce grace, her dark eyes sparkling with the same wit that had first drawn Marcus to her years ago. He stood nearby, razor in hand, watching her run fingers through her thick hair. "This heat is murder on my scalp," she said, smirking. "Think you can handle making me bald and shiny, or will you chicken out like last time with the garden shears?" Marcus chuckled, stepping closer. "You know I've been dying to see that smooth head of yours. Your body's already driving me wild—those curves, that glow. Shaving it might just unlock something new."
Elena arched a brow, her voice laced with playful challenge. "New fetish already? My pregnant ass isn't enough for you? Go on then, lover. Make it bald and shiny, but don't think this means you're in charge." She stood, robe slipping to reveal her glistening skin, and guided him to the bathroom with a commanding tug. The tension built as he lathered her scalp, the razor gliding in slow, deliberate strokes. Each pass revealed smooth, pale skin that caught the light like polished marble. Marcus's breath hitched; his cock hardened instantly at the sight of her transformed head, the contrast with her rounded belly igniting a fresh hunger he hadn't expected.
"God, Elena, you look incredible," he murmured, fingers tracing the now-slick dome. "This bald head... it's making me hornier than ever. Your pregnant body was already a turn-on, but this? Pure fire." She laughed, witty and unyielding, turning to face him. "Flattery won't save you if you nick me. But admit it—you're obsessed. My pussy's already wet just from the way you're staring. Feel that dripping heat?" Her hand brushed his throbbing erection through his pants, teasing with sharp precision. The air thickened with anticipation as he rinsed her head, the smoothness inviting his lips to explore every inch.
They moved to the bedroom, clothes discarded in a rush of panting breaths. Elena's bald head gleamed under the lights, her pregnant form radiating power as she pushed Marcus onto the bed. "Don't just gawk—worship it," she commanded, straddling him with her strong thighs. His cock stood hard and ready as she lowered herself, her wet pussy enveloping him in slick warmth. She rode with deliberate rhythm, ass grinding against his hips, her bald scalp reflecting sweat that beaded on her brow. "Fuck, this feels better than I imagined," Marcus groaned, hands roaming her belly and the shiny dome. "Your head's so smooth—it's my new obsession."
Elena leaned forward, witty retort spilling out between moans. "Obsession, huh? Then prove it. Suck on these swollen tits while I take your cock deeper." She set the pace, strong and un-submissive, her dripping pussy clenching around him as sweat slicked their bodies. The sensation of her bald head under his palms fueled his fetish discovery, every thrust heightening the thrill. He came first with a shuddering cry, cum pulsing inside her, but she followed moments later, panting and triumphant, her juices mixing with his.
Afterward, they lay tangled, her bald head resting on his chest. Marcus traced circles on the shiny surface, confessing the new fetish blooming within. "This changes everything—I want more of you like this." Elena grinned, her strength shining through. "Good. Because next time, we're going further." The bald, pregnant goddess had awakened desires that promised endless exploration.
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