Photo-Shoot All Over My Face : Pregnant Lust 20 (Pregnancy Erotica BDSM Erotica Lactation Erotica): Pregnant Lust, #20

By Millie King

My housemate Vince, being a professional photographer, is desperate to do a photo-shoot of my bump.

I'm reluctant, but his persistence sees me finally relent.  Seeing the excitement in his eyes during the shoot is intoxicating and I start to have fun myself, trying out a whole host of new poses as I flirt with the camera.

One such pose elicits a particularly naughty reaction from Vince that I'm keen to reproduce.  In teasing him I find I'm also teasing myself and it isn't long before we both give in to the sexual tension in this age-gap tale of sin!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Millie King
• Release date: Jun 8, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393971429

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That’s what I want, I moaned, looking straight ahead as his dick approached.

Open your mouth, he said, taking a grip of my hair.

I let out a playful yelp and found myself surprised as Vince rammed his cock roughly into my face.  It touched the back of my throat but he held me on him as I pulled back.

My face turned red and a sudden flurry of excited panic ran through my body.  I could feel every sinew of my being come alive.  He finally pulled back and I gasped, the spit drooling from my mouth.  I looked up with watery eyes.  More, I said.

Vince smirked and tightened his fist in my hair.  The pull of it against my scalp gave me chills.  His spit-soaked cock approached again and I opened my mouth wide to accept it.

He pushed deep again, breaching a little ways inside my tight gullet that opened just wide enough for him.  It felt surreal to have him push past my tonsils and enter my throat, but there was no danger of losing him down there.

I breathed deep to calm myself as my lips touched against the hair at the hilt of his cock.  The swelling in my throat was incredible.  I concentrated on the throbbing pulse of his shaft as it flexed in my windpipe.

Good girl, he said, pulling my head off him.

I gasped free of him and panted hard.  The spit dripped from my face but it didn’t seem to make any sense to be coy about my appearance.

Vince stared down on my big tits and rounded belly, looking impressed by my efforts so far.  He took a look to the camera, checking that it was still taking snaps every few seconds.

This photo-shoot will now be private, of course, he said.

So long as I get a copy.

You will.

He crouched to the