I kissed her then, pouring everything I couldn’t say into it. When we broke apart she was breathing fast, pupils blown, small hands fisted in my shirt.
I sat back down on the couch and guided her onto my lap. She settled sideways, legs draped over mine, head tucking naturally under my chin. One of her hands drifted to her belly and rubbed gentle circles.
My hand moved almost on instinct, sliding up the back of her thigh, under the short hem of her maid dress, until my palm cupped one soft asscheek. I squeezed gently, kneading the flesh, thumb tracing the edge of her garter strap. Minne sighed, shifting closer, her warmth seeping through my pants.
My cock thickened against her hip, hardening fast. She felt it imdiately, her breath hitched, thighs pressing together. I could feel the heat between her legs through the thin fabric, already dampening my slacks.
I leaned down, lips brushing the shell of her ear. "I think you deserve a reward for carrying my baby, Minne."
She moaned softly, small, needy sound that went straight to my dick. "Yes, Master... please..."
I kissed the side of her neck, hand sliding between her thighs from behind. My fingers brushed her soaked panties, cotton, simple, already clinging to her folds. I rubbed slow circles over her clit through the fabric, feeling her shiver and open her legs wider.
"You’re so wet already," I murmured. "Just from sitting on my lap... knowing you’re pregnant with my kid..."
"Y-yes..." she whimpered, hips rocking forward against my hand. "It makes ... so happy... so needy..."
I slipped my fingers under the edge of her panties, finding her bare clit, swollen, slick. I circled it slowly while my other hand kept kneading her ass, occasionally delivering a light smack that made her gasp and clench.
My cock was fully hard now, straining against my pants, trapped between us. Minne rocked against it instinctively, small moans spilling from her lips every ti the head brushed her thigh.
I kissed her again, deeper this ti, tongue sliding against hers while my fingers dipped lower, pushing inside her soaked entrance. She was tight, hot, fluttering around imdiately. I curled my fingers upward, stroking that spot that always made her tremble.
"Master... oh... right there... please..."
I kept the rhythm steady, fingers pumping slowly, thumb rubbing her clit in tight circles, while my other hand alternated between squeezing her ass and spanking it lightly. Each smack made her pussy clench harder around my fingers, wetness dripping down my palm.
"You’re gonna be such a good mommy," I whispered against her mouth. "Carrying my baby... taking care of our little one... and still being my perfect little maid..."
She whimpered, nodding frantically. "Y-yes... I want to... I want everything with you..."
I sped up slightly—fingers thrusting deeper, thumb pressing harder on her clit. Her hips bucked, small body trembling on my lap.
"Master... I’m... I’m close..."
"Cum for , honey," I murmured. "Let feel you co on my fingers... show how happy you are..."
She shattered, a small, sharp cry muffled against my shoulder. Her pussy spasd around my fingers, wetness flooding my hand. Her legs shook, toes curling, small hands clutching my shirt as she rode it out.
I kept stroking her through it, slow, gentle, until her tremors faded and she slumped against , panting, face buried in my neck.
"Good girl," I whispered, kissing her temple. "So fucking good."
She smiled shyly, still trembling. "Thank you, Master..."
I held her close for a long mont, my hard cock still trapped between us, throbbing with need, but content just to feel her heartbeat against mine.
I squeezed Minne tighter, arms wrapping fully around her small waist, pulling her flush against my chest until there was no space left between us. Her breath hitched, warm against my neck, and I could feel her heart hamring fast through the thin fabric of her maid dress. I tilted her chin up with two fingers and kissed her, slow at first, just lips brushing lips, then deeper, tongue sliding against hers in a lazy, possessive sweep. She lted into it imdiately, small hands clutching my shirt, a soft whimper escaping when I nipped her bottom lip.
When I pulled back, her eyes were glassy, lips swollen and shiny. I exhaled hard through my nose, cock already straining painfully against my pants.
"Hold on," I murmured.
I shifted her weight slightly to one arm, then reached down with my free hand and unbuckled my belt. tal clinked softly in the quiet room. The zipper ca next, loud in the silence. I shoved my pants and boxers down just enough, lifting Minne a little higher so the fabric could slide past my hips. My cock sprang free, thick and heavy, slapping gently against her stomach through her dress. She gasped at the contact, eyes dropping imdiately to see it throbbing against her belly, already leaking a thick bead of precum that sared across the black fabric.
"So hot... Master..." she whispered, voice trembling with awe and need. Her small hands reached down instinctively, wrapping around the shaft, barely able to close her fingers all the way. She stroked once, slow, exploratory, thumb brushing over the slick head, spreading the precum.
I kissed her again, hungrier this ti, while my hands slid down to grip her hips. "Sit on it," I said against her mouth, voice rough.
Minne nodded frantically, cheeks flaming. She lifted herself a little, knees spreading wider so they bracketed my thighs. She was facing , back straight, small body hovering just above my cock. One hand stayed wrapped around the base, steadying , while the other lifted the front of her dress and pulled her soaked cotton panties to the side. The sight of her tiny, glistening pussy, pink, swollen, dripping, made my cock jump in her grip.
She lowered herself slowly.
The head kissed her entrance, hot, slick, parting her folds with the slightest pressure. Minne moaned, long, shaky, eyes fluttering shut as she sank down another inch. The stretch was visible: her lips parting wide around my girth, clinging to every ridge and vein as she took deeper.
"Master... it’s... so big..." she whimpered, voice breaking on a gasp when the head popped fully inside. Her walls fluttered wildly around , tight, hot, trying to adjust.
I groaned low, hands gripping her hips harder, helping guide her down. "That’s it... take it slow... you’re doing so good, honey... fuck, your pussy feels perfect..."
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