C68 Aroma of Sandalwood

When I was able to kick the pants off my ankles, Steve hovered over my tensed abdomen and slid them over my hips. He opened wide, his gaze never leaving my trembling thighs or my wet, sensitive mound.

My stomach wasn't as flat as it used to be, but I didn't care. My heart warmed as I carried our unborn child inside of me, knowing that our ferocious passion had not gone to waste