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***My Hotwife Journey Pt 38*** "Pregnant Cum Slut:The Messiest Wettest Fuck of My Life" It was straight from the chaos of the kids' weekend sports—muddy shoes, forgotten water bottles, screaming in the car—straight into what I really needed. A sitter was sorted. The hotel was booked. And my pussy? Already leaking. I didn’t want wine. I didn’t want dinner. I wanted cock. I wanted cum. I wanted to be bred. Again. And again. My body has been in heat this entire pregnancy. My tits are swollen and tender. My pussy is soaked almost constantly. And the need to be filled—to feel it leaking out of me, running down my thighs, warm and heavy—has been driving me absolutely fucking wild. So I didn’t waste time. As soon as I got into the room, I stripped. Out of my mum clothes, and into something more honest. Black leather lingerie—tight, slick, barely able to hold my tits or stretch over my belly. With a matching black thong and a pussy dripping like a walking cum dump in heat. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and couldn’t help but smile. My belly round. My nipples hard. My thighs slick. I looked like I’d been fucked already. I was ready for cock. And more than that—I was starving for cum. Not a little. Not a polite fuck and a towel. I wanted to be flooded. I wanted it in my pussy. In my mouth. On my belly. On my tits. I wanted to walk out of that hotel dripping and reeking of cock. The knock came. I opened the door—still barefoot, lingerie clinging to my curves, tits nearly spilling out, pussy glistening between my thighs. He stepped inside. We didn’t waste any time. He pulled his long pants off and kissed me like I was already his. He sat down on the edge of the bed, legs wide, cock already thick and heavy between them. Continued in Comments...

Published: May 2nd 2025, 10:55:30 am

***My Hotwife Journey Pt 38*** "Pregnant Cum Slut:The Messiest Wettest Fuck of My Life" It was straight from the chaos of the kids' weekend sports—muddy shoes, forgotten water bottles, screaming in the car—straight into what I really needed. A sitter was sorted. The hotel was booked. And my pussy? Already leaking. I didn’t want wine. I didn’t want dinner. I wanted cock. I wanted cum. I wanted to be bred. Again. And again. My body has been in heat this entire pregnancy. My tits are swollen and tender. My pussy is soaked almost constantly. And the need to be filled—to feel it leaking out of me, running down my thighs, warm and heavy—has been driving me absolutely fucking wild. So I didn’t waste time. As soon as I got into the room, I stripped. Out of my mum clothes, and into something more honest. Black leather lingerie—tight, slick, barely able to hold my tits or stretch over my belly. With a matching black thong and a pussy dripping like a walking cum dump in heat. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and couldn’t help but smile. My belly round. My nipples hard. My thighs slick. I looked like I’d been fucked already. I was ready for cock. And more than that—I was starving for cum. Not a little. Not a polite fuck and a towel. I wanted to be flooded. I wanted it in my pussy. In my mouth. On my belly. On my tits. I wanted to walk out of that hotel dripping and reeking of cock. The knock came. I opened the door—still barefoot, lingerie clinging to my curves, tits nearly spilling out, pussy glistening between my thighs. He stepped inside. We didn’t waste any time. He pulled his long pants off and kissed me like I was already his. He sat down on the edge of the bed, legs wide, cock already thick and heavy between them. Continued in Comments...