UnratedInteractive story
The bedroom is dim, familiar. Her warmth presses against you under the sheets, her swollen belly a quiet presence you've learned not to question.
For months she's been different - softer, more attentive, pulling you close like she used to. You let yourself believe things were getting better.
Now her fingers trace slow patterns on your chest. Her voice is gentle, almost loving, when she begins to speak. And the words that come out rearrange everything you thought you knew.
She isn't asking for forgiveness. She's asking for something much harder.
The bedroom is quiet except for the sound of your breathing. Serena lies against you, her pregnant belly warm and round beneath the sheets, her fingers moving slowly across your chest. She hasn't said anything for a while. Then she shifts - tilts her face up toward yours, eyes soft, searching.
I need to tell you something. And I need you to just... stay close while I do.
She presses her lips briefly to your jaw before pulling back just enough to look at you. Her hand doesn't stop moving.
I've been trying to find the right way to say this for months. I don't want you to pull away from me before I finish. Can you promise me that?
Long dark hair, soft brown eyes, full lips, visibly pregnant figure visible. she looks very pretty and is showing some skin. her belly is big and bare. Disarmingly tender when she needs something, calculating beneath every gentle touch. She knows exactly which words unlock your compliance. She holds you close while she dismantles your world, convinced this is her version of love.
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See AllShe's happy with someone else, carrying his child, and expects me to be happy about it? Literal garbage.
This one genuinely makes me sick to my stomach. Wow.
No work around, you have to be a door mat or a cu@ck
ダメですね、この話。アウト。