Tharn is a bottom and pregnant and gets fucked by Type- that is all to warn about from my end.
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"oh face it Thara, you look so obese and ugly!"
Tharn, was topless after failing several attempts to fit into one of his old shirts, the same one Type liked to see him in the most, and now it didn't go any further down than his collar bones.
He looked at his naked belly in every possible angle through the life-sized mirror, which was more of kinkily placed in the sitting area. He was five months pregnant. Nothing seemed wrong, even his mood swings and cravings were too mild for an expecting (only as per him). The only trouble, according to him was his shape. He had a large protuberance in place of his rippling abs and his taut biceps existed no more. Furthermore, to his displeasure he had gotten a lot curvier and walking around was a weight on the feet. Overall all his body didn't show a single trace of the fact that this man was any buff before.
"what if I can't get into shape after delivering you little one?" he looked at his belly and stroked it once with his palm and then stared into his own soul through the mirror, before ending up with tears in his eyes.
" what if Type doesn't find me attractive anymore"
"will he leave me?" Tharn slouched himself on the sofa, disheartened. His heart was at unease after this, he couldn't help but break out heavily in his palms.
It had been just fifteen minutes since Type had left for the convenience store in search of tinned sardine, all just to fulfil Tharn's obscene wish to eat it with chocolate ice-cream. By the by their fridge stacked more of ice-cream and other desserts than fruits and vegetables.
Only If Type would have been here he wouldn't have missed a single opportunity to praise and embrace the way maternity had moulded Tharn's body; just aggravating Tharn's horny hormones, as if they hadn't increased manifolds during his pregnancy. One moment Tharn used to sulk like whatever and the other he yearned to be fucked hard, and who was Type to deny him anything. Tharn and Type had surpassed rabbits in heat.
