𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘

𝐗𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐕.

APRIL 20TH,
10:42 AM

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"OH, FUCK. RIGHT THERE," Dovani moaned as she gulped down the creamy sensation that traveled down her throat, that was placed in her mouth by her boyfriend. She felt a surge of satisfaction as she savored every drop, the taste lingering on her tongue. Semaji grinned down at her, eyes gleaming with a mixture of lust and affection. 'Focus' by H.E.R plated softly in the background in their quiet three bedroom condo.

"Yeah, ma' shit good as fuck. Can't tell me nuffin'." he asked, his voice husky.

Dovani wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, a playful smirk curling her lips. "Is that what a orgasm feels like?" she replied, her voice teasing. Remembering, she hasn't gotten any for about two months and he was loosing his mind a bit. She stood up, pulling him closer by the waistband of his jeans. "But I think I want some more."

Semaji's grin widened as he leaned in to kiss her, his lips capturing hers in a passionate embrace. The intensity of their kiss deepened, their bodies pressing against each other as their hands roamed freely, her stomach separating them just a bit but it wasn't something the couple hadn't handled before. They were lost in the moment, their surroundings fading into oblivion as they focused solely on each other.

Dovani rubbed her six-month-old belly as she cuddled up with Semaji on the couch, with her tiny Maltipoo puppy, a gift Semaji had bought her as one of her early push presents, nestled between them. The little dog wagged its tail contentedly, perfectly at home in the warmth and love surrounding it.

"Do we have to go? I mean, we honestly can just look at that envelope." Dovani murmured, her head resting on Semaji's shoulder as she gazed down at their puppy, who was now curled up in her belly.

Semaji smiled, his hand gently stroking her belly in rhythmic circles as he let out a laugh. "Yes ma, we gotta go. You was da' one talm 'bout Vee n' em spent all dis money on da' party."

The mother-to-be groaned as she looked at the time that was displayed on her Apple Watch. They only had about less than fourty-five minitues to be dressed and out of the door.

"Plus, they witheld the gender of my kids from me long enough." Semaji pushed humself off the couch, standing in between his girlfriend's legs, careful that he didn't step on her swollen feet with his brown and pink low Nike Dunks.

"Dakota don't want her mommy to leave her," She picked up the sleeping puppy, rubbing her head. "Ain't that right, Ko?"

"She'll be aight, we gotta go. Get dressed luh' girl." His fingered intertwined with hers. With a reluctant sigh, she gently placed Dakota back on the couch, giving the puppy one last affectionate pat before rising to her feet. She waddled toward the bedroom, her movements slow and deliberate, a testament to the weight she was carrying.