My wife has a birth fetish. When she got pregnant it was like the perfect storm. She got really big in the belly over the last few months of her pregnancy, which I loved immensely. She liked it too, particularly when her friends would look at her and say she looked like she was ready to pop at any moment—and this was when she was weeks!
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1. how would you want to be impregnated?
Ellie looked down at her rapidly swelling belly. This had all started about an hour ago. The two of you had tried a fertility tea that your friend recommended and fucked like animals! Shortly after, Ellie had started to feel a discomfort in her belly, so you headed to the hospital. They dressed her in a loose fitting gown, and told you to wait for the doctor. This was the photo that had attracted you to her on Tinder. Of course you swiped right, and were ecstatic to find out that the two of you matched.
2. would you rather your baby come early, or late?
A place for potential baby makers to submit themselves and for pregnancy enthusiasts to enjoy the swollen, full and milky form. I have a total childbirth fetish. I love labor, birth, and all things related. I am always looking for posts, pictures, and videos that show the spouse or partner supporting the mother and helping her through the pain and discomfort. Posts Likes Following Archive. The Babymaking Farm A place for potential baby makers to submit themselves and for pregnancy enthusiasts to enjoy the swollen, full and milky form. Pushing Fetish Basically a blog of what i find arousing. PreggoAlways If you want to know more about my pregnancies go here: preggoalways.
My first submission so I hope you enjoy! I love this page by the way! Youre still tired, and shift a bit, trying to fall back asleep, but a wandering hand causes your eyes to flutter open. Smirking, you roll over to face your boyfriend, and smile at him. He smiles and kisses you. Sighing contentedly, you nod and kiss him back as his hand pushes your shirt up and kneads your breasts, making you moan. You feel him smirk against your lips, and you smile back. You love it. He pushes himself up and half pins you under him, one hand roving from your breast down to the hem of your shirts.