my big but adorable pregnant husband

ch 29

SMUT AHEAD

Iwamoto looks up at me and smiles.

His glossy, thick lips are sucking my c0ck that is about to explode. Both of his cheeks are sunken sucking it down his throat. I can feel the entire inside of his mouth wrapping me quite firmly.

Despite this lewd act, Iwamoto's eyes look pure and clear.

My heart flutters.

I am happy.

Quite happy.

To be honest, I still can't believe why Iwamoto chose me. Sometimes I come back to reality and doubt that everything is a dream. However, just at this moment, staring into those clear eyes I can't deny that Iwamoto truly loves me. There's no doubt about it. It is certain. He is here, touching me.

I brush my fingers on his hairline close to the ears, feeling the smooth texture of his rich black hair. At this, he closes his eyes. Oh, how beautiful the scene below me is. It makes me turn on more than ever before.

"Ngh...you were such a good son not long ago...and now you're this lewd...?" Tease Iwamoto as he pulls my c0ck out of his mouth and runs his fingers all around my glans.

I feel like I'm dying. Both my legs are trembling.

"What a dirty doctor you are."

He sucks my glans hard.

"Hah..."

A speck of white fluid is about to drip, but it is lost in Iwamoto's mouth. He swallows it. Then, he rubs his nose, cheeks, and lips up and down my length like a spoiled cat.

"Hmm...I love Takashi's..." says Iwamoto, despite my thing keeps tormenting his inside almost every night.

My hips shudder each time his wet lips press against the base of my shaft. s*men oozes out of my c0ck again, dripping onto his temple. I am about to push his head away slightly, but with a disheveled face, he just licks the dripping drops. He laughs in ecstasy.

"More..."

At that moment, all words disappear from my mind. I shake off Iwamoto who is still opening his mouth, stretching out his tongue to devour my crotch. I push his shoulder.

I'm already at my limit.

I can't take this anymore.

I want to make this body belong only to me. I want it to have my son inside.

I push him down onto the cold kitchen table. Desperate peeling off his clothes I almost tear them apart. He doesn't give any resistance, his lower body is at a limit too. It limps and is weak.

"Ah..."

Iwamoto's gray boxer is already completely wet and has changed color. His thighs glisten. He only wears a rather thin shirt covering his upper body. His hands outstretch at the sides of his face---like a baby, looking at me puzzled. I guess he doesn't understand why his favorite food is suddenly taken away from him. But, there is no time to explain.

Everything around us doesn't bother me. I only look at Iwamoto. I can see his pointed nipples under the ribbed fabric that hugs his muscular body.

Iwamoto is now in full heat. Just like me. My body shudders even more at the realization.

I lift both of Iwamoto's knees, still in my stupid outfit with only my pubic area exposed. His as*h0le seems to have melted---perhaps it is because we have made love so many times. Just by touching its mouth, it must be reminded of our nights of lovemaking.