Brainwashed Pregnant Office Lady Mistaken Husband Creampie

You know that brainwashed pregnant thing we talked about? Girl, it was even more unhinged in person—I’m still blushing thinking about it. So I’m in this office getup, feeling all heavy and sensitive, when he slips in behind me whispering in my ear, and my foggy head just fully convinces me it’s my husband. The relief, the heat, the way his hands cradled my swollen belly while he drove in deep from behind—it was so wrong but my body just melted, dripping and clenching around him every time he hit that spot. My legs were shaking, toes curling against the carpet as I moaned his name, lost in this haze of pressure and pleasure. Then he flipped me onto the desk, spread me wide, and gave me this slow, filthy pounding until I shattered, crying out as he spilled hot and deep inside me, leaving me totally breathless and ruined.