The dim glow of the café's enchanted lanterns cast warm, golden hues across the velvet booth where Delia sat, legs crossed, back arched slightly to accentuate her generous, curvaceous frame. She wore a silky, deep red dress—tight across her chest, where her mlky, heavy bsts strained against the fabric with each breath. Her full cleavage bounced with every teasing giggle, and beneath the table, her thighs shifted with a quiet ache that had built up ever since her last visit.
But most telling of all was her belly—full, round, and softly protruding, a glowing reminder of the night she had been claimed completely. The fabric of her dress hugged it like a second skin, making it impossible for anyone nearby not to stare. Customers whispered, some speculating with flushed cheeks. "Is she…?" one waitress murmured to another, eyes wide.
She knew they were watching. And she loved it.
Delia licked her lips, eyes slowly trailing over the towering figure of the café's dark-skinned, bald, muscular attendant—the very man who had filled her so thoroughly before. His shirt stretched across his chest, veins visible along his arms as he approached her again like a slow-moving storm.
She swallowed a hot breath. "Back for seconds, ma'am?" he asked, voice deep and teasing, his eyes locked on her swollen belly before dipping to her thighs.
Delia smiled, legs parting just enough beneath the table. "I've been… aching," she whispered. Her voice trembled as her gaze dropped shamelessly to his pants, where something large already shifted with promise. "I need the real service again. I want to feel that big… thick thing again… everywhere."
She reached for his hand, guiding it slowly to her belly—warm, firm, fertilized. He brushed his fingers along the swell, marveling at how soft and taut she felt. Her breath caught in her throat as he lightly pressed in, feeling her warmth under the surface.
"Guess you've been carrying my tip for quite a while now," he growled into her ear, making her tremble.
Her npples, already sensitive and plump beneath her dress, hardened instantly, brushing the inside of the silky fabric. She squirmed, biting her lip, cheeks flushed. "Mmm… don't tease me," she whimpered. "It's not fair when you touch me like that… my whole body's gone so sensitive since you—ahh…"
His hand dipped lower, palm pressing gently against the underside of her belly, and then further—into the heat between her thighs. Her legs clenched, hips twitching.
"You're already wet," he murmured with a smirk.
"I… I've been wet since I walked in," she admitted breathlessly. "I knew you'd come."
Delia's breath came in quick little huffs, the muscles in her plush thighs twitching beneath the table as the BBC's fingers traced a lazy, circular pressure over her inner thigh. Not quite touching her soaked panties—but close enough to send delicious shivers across her flushed skin. Her legs shifted again, desperate, opening wider in silent invitation.
Her hips bucked gently as his thumb finally dragged over the damp heat between her legs.
"F-fuuh…" she stifled a moan, biting her lower lip. The café still hummed around them. Footsteps. Chatter. Glasses clinking. No one could see, but if they looked… they'd know.
"Already this wet in public?" he teased with a dark smile, his lips nearly brushing her ear. "What a good little mommy you've become."
Delia whimpered softly, squirming as her swollen bsts pressed against the table edge, heavy and sensitive under the strain of her dress. Her milky, ripe npples throbbed from the tease. "P-please… n-not here…"
He pulled away just slightly, letting her feel the absence of his touch for a heartbeat. Then leaned in and whispered: "Say the word, and I'll take you where I can really play."
Delia's voice cracked as she whispered: "Backroom… now."
The curtain swayed shut behind them, and the world faded. Only the dim orange lighting of the backroom, the heavy scent of arousal in the air, and the eager swell of Delia's breath remained.
The moment they were alone, his hands were on her—firm, greedy, possessive. One yanked down the top of her dress, letting her full bsts spill out, nipples already stiff, pinkish-brown are*lae swollen and gorgeous, glistening faintly with a soft lactating sheen.
"Mmhhnn~!" Delia gasped, her head falling back, hips pressing forward. "They're… s-so full… j-just for you…"
He didn't waste time. His hands cupped those overflowing curves, warm palms kneading them slowly, drawing out long, desperate moans as his thumbs toyed with her sensitive peaks. Milk beaded out in tiny droplets, slick and warm on his fingers.
"F-fuuh~ they're too s-sensitive," she gasped, legs wobbling. "I-I c-can't—ahhh~!"
He dipped his head without warning, mouth claiming one aching npple as she cried out, hips thrusting reflexively forward. Her belly jiggled from the motion, full and tight, pressed up against his broad chest as he suckled—long, deep, purposeful pulls that made her knees tremble.
"Hnnnn~!! A-ah! D-don't suck so deep—nggh~ I'm gonna… I'm—!"
She was already unraveling from just his mouth. Her toes curled in her heels, fingers tangled in his shoulders.
"I-I've been dreaming of this… every night since you made me yours…"
He raised his head, her milk still warm on his lips. "Then get on the bed," he growled, voice thick with lust, "and let me finish what I started."
Delia moved toward the backroom bed in a daze, her curvy silhouette swaying with every step. The soft light glowed against her skin, highlighting the deep arch of her lower back, the soft sway of her heavy hips, and that beautifully rounded belly—full, fertile, and subtly bouncing with each breath.
She lay back on the velvet sheets, her thighs parting instinctively. The fabric of her panties was soaked through now, clinging to her flushed slit like a second skin.
The bald, hulking man loomed above her, gaze trailing across her body like a sculptor admiring his masterpiece. "Look at you… All this, just for me?"
Delia bit her lip, eyes hazy with arousal, her voice trembling. "I-I've been waiting… dreaming… about your hands on me again…"
He knelt between her thighs, hooking two fingers around the waistband of her panties. "Let's take a better look."
Slowly, sensually, he peeled them down—inch by inch—revealing her glistening pssy, soft folds flushed pink and pouting from her own heat. A sweet, musky scent wafted up, rich and intoxicating.
"Hnnn~ d-don't stare…" Delia gasped, hips twitching, her cheeks blooming red. "I-It's embarrassing…"
"Too late," he growled. "You're absolutely dripping."
And she was.
Her slickness coated the inside of her thighs, glistening in the warm light. Her breath caught as he leaned in—his broad shoulders pressing between her legs—and blew a soft breath across her sopping lips.
"Aaaah~!" she moaned, arching. "Y-you tease…! Don't just—mmmh~!"
He licked her.
One long, slow drag of his tongue from the base of her slit up to the swollen nub of her clt. Her entire body spasmed.
Her belly quivered.
Her thighs clamped.
Her fingers flew to her mouth, trying in vain to muffle her cries. "A-aahh! T-that tongue… I-I can't—hhnn~!!"
He went again. Slower. Deeper. This time slipping his tongue inside her trembling folds.
"S-so thick… y-your tongue is so—mmmhhnn~!!" Delia writhed, her legs locking around his shoulders.
He ate her with hunger. Licking, suckling, teasing that swollen pearl with practiced pressure while his fingers explored the rim of her lower lips, rubbing gently along the edges.
"F*ck… you taste like heat and honey," he growled between licks.
Delia's breath broke into a fevered moan, her back arching, hips grinding into his mouth. "I-I'm gonna—haaah~ it's coming—don't stop, don't stop~!!"
Her body tensed, thighs quivering. Her soft stomach rose with a sharp inhale—then her climax exploded through her like lightning.
"NnngghhAAAAAAH~!!"
Warm, slick pleasure soaked his face as her p*ssy convulsed around nothing, trembling wildly, clenching on instinct.
Delia thrashed, gasping, drooling a little as her npples jiggled from the motion. Her flushed, curvy body gleamed with sweat, her eyes rolling back in bliss.
"I-it was too good… I-I came so hard—"
He licked his lips, grinning. "One's not enough."
He slid two thick fingers inside her slick entrance.
Delia screamed.
Her body was still quaking from the climax when his fingers plunged in.
"A-aahhn~!" Delia cried out, her voice cracking with shock and pleasure as two thick, rough digits slid effortlessly into her soaked entrance. The sound—schlk-schlk—was lewd, wet, and impossible to hide.
"Still so tight," he growled, watching her belly jiggle slightly with every thrust. "Even after you came that hard."
Her hands gripped the sheets, knuckles pale, legs twitching. "Y-you're so deep—haaah~!"
He curled his fingers.
Right against that tender bundle of nerves deep inside her.
Delia screamed.
Her back arched off the bed, breasts bouncing with the movement, her npples hard and sensitive as her pregnant belly trembled in waves. "D-don't—right there—don't stop—!!"
He didn't.
He rubbed slow, relentless circles against her g-spot, feeling her walls clamp and flutter around his fingers with every stroke.
"Tell me," he whispered, voice low and rough. "Has anyone ever touched you this deep?"
Delia shook her head wildly, hair sticking to her flushed face. "N-never! N-no one—just you—only you!!"
She was close again—he could feel it.
He added a third finger.
She broke.
"OH G*DDD~!!"
Juices gushed around his hand as she came again, her pssy spasming in wet, pulsing waves. Her cries echoed in the room, obscene and raw.
She grabbed at his wrist, not to stop him—but to keep him there.
"Y-you make me feel so full… my belly's already so round and I feel so much deeper…!" she gasped, her eyes hazy, voice trembling.
He pulled his hand free slowly, watching her slickness drip down his fingers, then leaned over her, his face inches from hers. "You're ready."
Delia blinked, her lips quivering. "F-for what…?"
He reached down, letting the tip of his massive cck—throbbing, thick, soaked with her juices—rub along her sensitive slit.
Her breath caught.
Her legs parted wider, inviting.
"I-I need it," she whispered, voice shaking. "I'm ready… take me…"
He didn't enter her main entrance—not yet.
Instead, he shifted lower… pressing against her second hole.
Delia gasped, eyes widening. "W-wait—i-is that…?"
He grinned. "You're too wet not to try it."
Her eyes fluttered. Her body trembled. Her lips parted in a gasp as the tip slowly pressed inward.
Delia's breath hitched the moment she felt the unfamiliar pressure nudging at her back entrance.
"N-no way… a-are you really…?" she whispered, eyes wide, face flushed red as he gently rubbed the thick, wet tip of his shaft against her tight as*.
He didn't answer.
Instead, he leaned over, pressing his mouth to her ear as his hand slid up to her full, heavy breast—fingertips teasing her puffy, sensitive np, drawing a desperate moan from her throat.
"You'll take it," he whispered, voice deep and commanding. "Slowly… I'll make you feel every inch."
Delia's legs trembled, her curvy body writhing on the bed, her pregnant belly rising and falling with every heated breath. "B-but… I've never—ahhhhn~!"
The first push made her cry out—half moan, half whimper—as the thick head pressed against her tight, untouched hole.
"Shhh…" he murmured, kissing her neck. "Relax. Let me stretch you open."
"A-ahhn~ i-it won't fit…!" she gasped, feeling her as* resisting him, clenching tight, but her arousal had slicked him enough to ease the pressure. She clung to the sheets, moaning uncontrollably as the tip finally popped inside.
Her eyes rolled back.
Her breath stuttered.
"S-so thick…" she gasped. "I feel… f-full…"
Inch by inch, he pushed deeper, her body quivering beneath him, her belly shifting with each slow movement. His hands gripped her waist, feeling the soft curve of her sides and the slight jiggle of her full, round tummy.
"You're so tight back here," he growled, voice strained as he held himself back from thrusting harder. "Like your body was saving this hole for me."
Delia's moans grew louder, more desperate, as the pressure filled her. Her fingers dug into the sheets. "I-it's too much… I'm—nnnnhh—g-gonna—!"
He stopped.
Right there.
Halfway in.
Delia let out a helpless whine, trying to push her hips back against him without realizing it.
"Say it," he murmured, lips brushing against her flushed cheek. "Tell me you want it."
"I-I want it… I need more… please… deeper…"
That was all he needed.
With a slow, steady push, he filled her to the hilt, letting out a low grunt as her walls squeezed around him tightly. "F*ck—you feel incredible…"
Delia screamed into the pillow, eyes rolling, sweat clinging to her flushed skin.
Every inch of her was trembling, overwhelmed by the fullness, the pressure, the sheer size of him inside a place she'd never dared before.
Her belly shifted slightly from the pressure.
Her full npples grazed the sheets as she arched her back.
And then he moved.
Just a little.
Back—then forward.
She moaned loud, broken.
"AhhhHNN~! I-it's too much—i-it's rubbing inside—haaah!!"
He picked up the rhythm slowly—thrusting with smooth, careful strokes, letting her body adjust while never pulling out too far.
The sounds were sinful.
Plap… Plap… Plap…
Her body clapped against him, his heavy balls slapping against her plush folds with every deep grind.
And then she gasped—hard.
"M-my belly's twitching again—ahhh! I'm… gonna… I-I'M COMING—!"
A third climax slammed into her, even harder than before, as her back hole clamped down around him so tightly he nearly lost control.
He groaned deep in his chest, trying to hold it back, but she turned her head, eyes glossy, lips trembling.
"D-don't stop… f-fill it… inside me… p-please…"
His jaw clenched.
One more thrust—deep, brutal.
And he released.
Delia's entire body jolted as the first hot burst of essence erupted deep inside her back entrance. Her eyes flew open, mouth falling into a silent O, only for a long, shaky moan to escape moments later.
"A-ahhh… ahhhhhh~!!"
She could feel it.
The warmth spreading… flooding her deepest insides.
It was thick. Endless.
The pressure of the release inside her already-tight, overwhelmed as* made her gasp aloud, her hips twitching and belly trembling under the weight.
"So… h-hot…!" she whimpered, fingers curling into the sheets. "I-I can f-feel it everywhere... inside… it's pouring in—haaah~!"
The bald, muscled man above her groaned, holding her hips tightly, still pulsing as he gave more.
More.
More.
Delia's toes curled.
Her head pressed against the pillow.
A fourth climax wracked her, her walls spasming around him, suckling him even deeper.
"Y-you're still… c-coming?" she gasped, feeling another thick wave shoot into her. Her as* felt swollen, tight, almost bulging from how full she was. "T-too much… I'm… I'm gonna burst~!"
He finally leaned over, planting kisses on her shoulder. His voice was ragged, breath hot.
"You wanted it all, remember?" he whispered. "You begged me to fill you…"
Her lips quivered into a dazed, milky smile. "Mmh… I-I did…"
He slowly pulled back, and Delia gasped as her body clenched instinctively—refusing to let go.
A long, wet string of his essence clung to him before finally parting—plop.
Her round belly, already swollen from her condition, looked even fuller now, rising gently with each shaky breath she took.
Then—drip… drip…—white warmth began leaking from her loosened entrance.
Her hand instinctively slid down, brushing her tender backside. "H-hnn… it's s-still coming out…" she moaned softly.
She turned her head, flushed cheeks glowing. "That was… incredible… I've n-never…"
Her voice was weak, dreamy.
She wasn't done.
But she was overwhelmed.
As the man gently rolled her onto her side, she curled slightly—her hands resting on her large, round belly, her thick thighs slightly parted, her flushed face nuzzling into his chest.
"W-we… shouldn't… n-not again… right now…" she whispered—but her hips gave a tiny, needy roll against him.
His deep chuckle rumbled beside her ear.
"You sure?"
She bit her lip.
"I-I mean…" Her hand slid between them, stroking him gently. "M-maybe after I recover… just a little…"
Her words trailed off as his fingers traced her leaking backside, teasing the sensitive mess he'd left behind.
She shivered again.
The afterglow was sweet. Deep.
But the hunger…
It hadn't left.
Delia lay sprawled across the soft cushions of the backroom bed, her breath still catching in her throat. Her large, rounded belly rose and fell steadily, a gentle reminder of the life already growing inside her. Her flushed skin glistened with sweat, her soft thighs trembling from the overwhelming intensity of what had just happened.
"Still so full…" she whispered, one hand trailing from the curve of her waist down to her hips, where she gently squeezed her own flesh. Her touch was idle, but there was a flicker of renewed hunger in her eyes. Her lips remained parted, the moans still echoing faintly in the air.
She rolled onto her side, feeling the soft slide of his release still warm between her cheeks. Her hips gave a slight wiggle, teasing him with the motion as she looked over her shoulder with a playful smirk.
"You're not done yet… are you?"
The man—still standing firm, his dark frame slick with sweat and power—gave a deep grunt in response. His eyes roamed across her body with quiet awe: her slightly bouncing, heavy chest; the sensual lines of her hips; the delicious way her plump rear still invited attention.
Delia chuckled softly. "Mmm, you're staring."
He stepped closer, hands grazing along the slope of her waist, then up toward her sides, savoring the feel of her skin. She arched gently into his touch, nipples brushing the cool air.
"Can't help it," he murmured, voice gravelly. "You're glowing."
His palms came up to cup her breasts from behind, warm and full and heavy in his hands. Delia moaned quietly, leaning back into him as he circled her sensitive peaks with slow, skillful fingers.
Her areolas—large, slightly darkened, and incredibly tender—responded immediately to the attention.
"Ahhh… mmm, careful," she gasped, though her smile only deepened. "They've gotten so sensitive lately…"
"Beautiful," he whispered, dipping his head to trail slow kisses along her neck. "Everything about you."
Delia's breath caught, her legs shifting gently. His mouth moved lower, tracing her collarbone, then her shoulder. She felt his breath, warm and teasing, ghost across the top of her chest.
Her body leaned back into his, skin against skin, heartbeat echoing in her ears.
He pressed a hand gently to her belly, caressing the firm curve. "Still carrying that gift I left you."
She blushed, but didn't flinch. Her hand came to rest atop his, fingers weaving together. "And yet I still want more…"
There was a pause—hot, thick with anticipation. She turned her face slightly, lips close to his ear.
"I'm ready here," she whispered, cheeks warm, breath shaky. "I want to feel it deep… in there."
He froze for only a moment—then chuckled low, dark and eager.
"You sure?"
Delia nodded, lips curling into a sultry smile. "I'm ready. I need it."
He leaned in, lifting her gently, turning her to face him fully. She lay on her back now, spread out, legs slightly parted, belly gleaming, curves flush and open. She looked up at him with a mix of need and trust.
His hand moved down her thigh, parting her legs further. His thumb brushed across her slickness—already warm, eager, glistening with anticipation. She gasped, hips twitching.
"Mmm, already wet for me…"
Delia moaned, voice soft but aching. "Just… take your time. Make me feel every inch."
He lowered himself between her thighs, kissing along her inner leg as she writhed. The teasing would come next—the first touch, the first slow entrance. This was no rush. This was hunger stretched thin, ready to snap.
Her toes curled. Her breath caught.
And then—finally—he aligned himself.
She looked up, breathless, lips trembling. "Please… I want it so badly…"
She was still twitching beneath him, aftershocks racking her sensitive frame as he continued sliding in and out with deliberate, steady rhythm. Each stroke pushed her deeper into bliss, her breath coming in ragged gasps, lips parted and glistening with desire.
"Don't stop," she whispered, voice thick with need, fingers clutching his shoulders as if trying to hold him close forever. "I'm not done… I want more..."
His movements grew just a bit more urgent, yet never rough—he wanted to savor every second with her. The way her body responded, the way her hips rolled to meet him, made his pulse quicken.
"Oh… oh my…" Delia moaned softly, hips trembling as he brushed against a hidden, sensitive spot that sent a fresh wave of pleasure crashing through her. "You feel so full… so perfect inside me…"
Her large, round belly shifted gently with each thrust, a beautiful reminder of their last encounter—and the precious life growing within her. She bit her lip, blushing deeply as she whispered, "I'm carrying something special now... you made me this way…"
Her eyes fluttered closed, soft moans escaping her lips like a sweet melody that spurred him on. "Please… I need you to fill me again… don't hold back…"
He responded with a low growl, sliding deeper and faster. The delicious friction, the wet heat surrounding him—it was intoxicating. Delia's hands roamed his back, nails grazing skin as her body quivered with mounting desire.
"Ahh… yes… harder…" she gasped, voice sultry, breathless. "I'm yours… all of you…"
Her hips lifted to meet his every thrust, a perfect dance of give and take. The room filled with the sounds of their mingled moans, wet skin sliding, and whispered encouragements.
Her climax built again, slowly swelling like a tide until it crashed over her with a shuddering gasp. "Mmm, I'm cumming… so full… so good…" she cried, biting her lip to stifle the sound.
He held her close, matching her pace as her body tensed and released, then softened in his arms. As she trembled, breathless and spent, she opened her eyes, locking onto his with a hungry smile.
"Now… your turn," she whispered, voice thick with desire, "fill me… all of me… please…"
He felt the heat building deep within, every nerve on fire from her responsiveness and the intoxicating closeness they shared. Her soft moans, her trembling body wrapped around him—it pushed him over the edge.
With a guttural growl, he slowed just enough to savor the moment, then let himself go. Thick warmth flooded inside her, filling her so completely she gasped, arching her back against him.
"Ahh, you're so tight… and warm…" he whispered low, his voice rough with desire.
Her breath hitched, eyes fluttering closed again as the fullness overwhelmed her senses. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, urging him to stay buried deep.
The sensation of him filling her, the slow, steady pulse of his release inside her most precious place, sent waves of pleasure rippling through her pregnant form. She could feel every drop, every pulse, as if it were a sacred offering.
"Oh… so full… so warm…" she moaned, voice trembling with raw emotion. "You're making me… yours… completely…"
As his body relaxed into hers, she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him close through the aftershocks that rocked them both. Their breaths mingled, heavy and satisfied.
Her large, round belly rose and fell softly against his chest. She smiled sleepily, her eyes still closed, whispering with lingering heat, "Thank you… for making me feel so alive… so loved…"
He kissed her forehead gently, heart pounding.
He pulled back just a bit, his dark eyes smoldering with raw hunger as he caught her gaze. Without warning, he crashed his lips onto hers—rough, demanding, as if claiming what was his. Her breath hitched, caught between surprise and desire, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she melted into the fierce heat of his kiss, her own lips trembling beneath his.
His hands tangled possessively in her hair, fingers gripping just enough to send delicious shivers down her spine. The kiss deepened, rough and urgent, like a man starved for her touch after a long wait.
He didn't give her a moment to catch her breath. His lips crashed onto hers with the fierce hunger of a man who had been waiting too long, demanding and claiming every inch of her mouth. The kiss was rough — teeth lightly grazing her bottom lip, tongues clashing in a heated battle for dominance, each movement laced with raw need. His hands gripped her hair tightly, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them, only the overwhelming heat of their shared desire.
Delia's knees nearly buckled under the intensity, but she clung to him, gasping into the kiss as waves of pleasure still trembled through her body. Her heart hammered wildly, each breath ragged and desperate. The taste of him — earthy, intoxicating — filled her senses, and she felt utterly consumed.
He broke the kiss with a low growl, forehead pressed to hers, breaths mingling as they struggled to find air. His hands slid down to cup her full, round belly — swollen and soft, a beautiful testament to the life growing inside her. His thumb traced gentle, reverent circles, as if memorizing every curve.
"You're mine," he whispered fiercely, voice thick with promise.
Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, lips still tingling from his fierce kiss. She swallowed hard, voice trembling but sure, "I'm yours… completely."
He smiled — dark and possessive — before pulling her close one last time, sealing their bond with a lingering kiss full of promise and fire.
As they slowly parted, the afterglow wrapped around them like a warm embrace, Delia's body still humming with the echoes of pleasure and anticipation.