Dasha's Riverside Awakening

Dasha lounged on the riverside bench, seven months pregnant and aching with the kind of hunger her absent husband could never satisfy on his endless business trips. Hormones had turned her into a walking furnace of need, so she'd slipped out in a light sundress with nothing underneath, letting the summer breeze tease her bare skin. 'If this keeps up, I'll be climbing the walls by the time he returns,' she muttered to herself with a wry smile, spreading her legs slightly as the ache between them grew insistent.

She couldn't wait any longer. Her fingers slipped under the hem, finding her pussy already wet and dripping with anticipation. 'God, I'm so horny,' Dasha panted, circling her clit with sharp, practiced strokes. Sweat beaded on her brow as she worked herself faster, ass shifting on the wood for better leverage. 'Husband's away, and here I am, about to come all over this bench like some shameless nympho.'

An hour into her furious masturbation, the air shifted with a strange buzz. A massive humanoid beetle descended, its full insect body gleaming—paws clicking, wings folding, muzzle twitching as it zeroed in on her exposed pussy. It sniffed deeply, mandibles quivering. Dasha froze, then laughed sharply, strong and unyielding. 'Well, aren't you bold? Sniffing a pregnant woman's dripping cunt like it's your personal feast. Most men would run; you just dive in.'

The beetle's insect-like cock-appendage emerged hard and throbbing. She spread her legs wider, voice laced with witty challenge. 'No blowjob for you, bug-boy—that's not how this works. But if you want to fuck, do it properly. Make it worth my while.' It lunged, thrusting roughly into her pussy with painful force that made her gasp, yet pleasure bloomed hot and fierce beneath the sting.

Dasha gripped its chitinous sides, panting as the brutal rhythm rocked her swollen body. 'Harder, you oversized pest—yes, just like that! My ass is off-limits, but this pussy can take it.' The beetle's cock pistoned relentlessly, wings fluttering, each stroke mixing pain with waves of ecstasy that had her sweating and moaning. 'Fuck, you're stretching me so good—don't you dare stop!'

She came hard, crying out as her walls clenched around the invading appendage. The beetle followed, flooding her with thick, sticky cum like condensed milk, so much it overflowed and dripped down her thighs in heavy ropes. Dasha laughed breathlessly through the aftershocks, strong even in the haze. 'That's a load and a half—my husband could learn a thing or two.'

As the beetle withdrew, its wings stirring the air, Dasha adjusted her sundress with a sly grin, the river still whispering nearby. 'Round one was fun, but I wonder what other surprises this little walk will bring before my man gets home.'