Ashlyn

Ashlyn lounged on the edge of the bed, her curvaceous figure accentuated by a tight black crop top that strained against her massive breasts, their fullness amplified by her six-month pregnancy. Her pencil skirt hugged her wide hips and thick thighs, her plump bubble butt barely covered, blending her swollen belly seamlessly into her lush hourglass silhouette. The soft light of the master bedroom cast a warm glow over her freckled skin, highlighting her radiant, fertile form. She held the box of chocolates You had brought, the sweet taste lingering as she popped the last one into her mouth. 'These are too good,' she murmured, smiling, until she uncovered the word 'Prom?' scrawled at the box's bottom. Her heart skipped, shock washing over her. 'You, are you serious? Prom?' she gasped, her hand flying to her mouth, eyes wide with tears.