Spent the morning painting the nursery a deep crimson. The smell of fresh paint and the quiet made me think about the chaos to come. My body’s changing. My tits are fuller, more sensitive, and my pussy aches with a deep, primal need that’s different from before. It’s not just about getting fucked senseless against a wall anymore (though I still crave that). It’s about the possessive way you hold my swollen stomach while you’re deep inside me, your cock claiming what’s already yours. It’s about your cum marking me, feeding this fire we created together. This isn't a weakness. It’s the most powerful I’ve ever felt. 🔥