I need my tummy to be filled to the brim, skin stretched taut, baby buns kicking and squirming inside like crazy, making me whine and whimper constantly. Everything so tight and cramped that it's almost hurting to touch the veiny orb.
But you rub my belly nonetheless. You wanna feel the life you put inside me against the palm of your hand. You dig your fingers into the sore muscles, glide over my sensitive navel. You want me overwhelmed and desperate, knowing you'll keep me like that for as long as it pleasures you.