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Pregnant life, Jennie decided, suited her just fine. The first trimester had been bad, but now that she was in her second trimester? Her skin was glowing, her little baby bump was adorable, and she’d gone up a cup size. Well, there was also the issue of her hot flashes and hormones, but she had you to take care of that, so it wasn’t really a problem. Neither was the fact that the baby liked to use her bladder as a trampoline.
Speaking of which…
Her slight squirming caused you to let go of her breast and sit up, wiping your mouth on the back of your hand. “Unnie, are you okay?” you asked, concerned. “Are you comfortable?” You started fussing around her, fluffing up the pillows behind her.
“Yeah, I’m fine, baby,” she breathed, sounding slightly strained. You pulled back in concern to look at her face.
“Unnie?” you said again, taking her hand. “Are you feeling all right? You sound a little… off.” She was dressed comfortably in a robe that was wide open at the top so you could access her breasts. She’d started lactating a few days ago and had been complaining of soreness ever since, until you offered to help her drain herself.
She twisted her hand so that she was holding yours now, and placed your fingers on her belly, pushing down so your hand slid down her body, parting the sides of the robe as you went. You quirked your eyebrow at her, getting the hint now as her eyes went half-lidded, her core muscles tensing slightly under your touch.
“You know,” you remarked as your brushed your fingers along her slit, “These days when you make that face at me I don’t know whether you need to pee or you’re horny.”
“Mmm, can’t it be both?” she asked, spreading her legs and bringing her feet up onto the couch. Her folds spread open, and you knelt on the ground in front of her.
“You’re so wet already,” you giggled, pressing soft kisses to her inner thighs. It was true – the curls were already matted with the sticky white fluid, although to be fair, these days Jennie was in this state more often than not.
“You’re about to get real wet,” Jennie grumbled, grabbing your hair and looping it in her fist.
Looking up at her mischievously through your lashes, you stick out your tongue and drag it slowly up Jennie’s pussy, flicking her clit just once to see her jolt before you settle in properly and form a seal over her pussy with your mouth.
“You’re such a little shit,” she sighed, before relaxing her pelvic muscles with a gratuitous moan. Her piss gushed out of her and into your mouth, and you closed your eyes instinctively as you swallowed mouthful after mouthful. Jennie looked down intently at you between her legs, the lower half of your face obscured by her pussy as you drank her royal pee.
“Mmm, good girl,” she praised you, stroking your face and hair lovingly. The way you affixed your mouth to her pussy to suck her expelled waste down was similar to the way you’d been suckling on her nipples just moments ago, and she found herself enjoying the similarity, the sense that you might be getting nourishment from her pussy.
She didn’t have a lot of pee inside her, so the stream petered out fairly soon. She relaxed against the couch when she’d finished, and you waited a second longer to make sure before detaching your mouth with a soft pop sound. You smiled up at her as you gently licked all the leftover drops clinging to her pubic hair before pressing a soft kiss to her pussy. “All clean,” you said, patting her thigh as you attempted to stifle a laugh.
Jennie frowned down at you, unamused. “You’re not done and you know it,” she growled, pushing you back into her pussy with her foot on the back of your head.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” you murmured as you bent your head to your task.
You started slow and gentle, the way you knew she liked it, with soft kisses to either side of her pussy before you dove in. Holding her open with your thumbs, you slid your tongue up her slit till you bumped her clit, collecting a nice mouthful of her slick.
“Mmm, that’s so good,” she praised you, and you smiled up at her before sucking her clit into your mouth.
“Oh—” she cried, arching against you, her hand on your head providing her with support.
Now that Jennie was pregnant, she was a lot more gassy, and while with most people she would have been embarrassed by her flatulence, she knew it didn’t matter with you. The best part about having her gift eat her out? It didn’t fucking matter.
As you sucked and licked at her clit, her pussy dripped and her asshole fluttered. “Mmm, baby girl, you might want to move your head a little,” Jennie warned. She didn’t always, but she was feeling kind today.
“Why’s that?” you asked, although your voice was a little muffled since you were happily slurping up her cunt juice.
“Mm, gonna fart,” she moaned. The feeling of your lips and tongue on her pussy and the exciting fullness of her bowels were a heady combination.
You giggled. “Go ahead and fart then, unnie,” you encouraged.
“Okay,” Jennie agreed with a blissful smile, and a second later, you heard the unmistakable sound of air escaping from her asshole. “Mmm, that feels so good,” she moaned.
You weren’t sure if she was talking about you eating her out or the fart, but either way, you were glad she was enjoying herself, and you smiled up at her, your tongue against her clit.
Now that you’d given her permission, she farted with abandon – not that she would have been able to control it with the way you were eating her out anyway. The air around you was filled with the scent of her farts and her leaking pussy, a heady mix and your favourite combination. You plunged two fingers into her pussy and crooked them to find her g-spot as you continued flicking her clit with your tongue, and her back came off the couch as she screamed in pleasure.
“Oh, God,” she cried out as she came, creaming all over your face and hand. You patiently worked her through her orgasm and only retreated when she used the hand on the top of your head to push you away when she grew too sensitive.
You grinned up at her as you sucked your fingers clean. “You taste so good when you’re pregnant,” you remarked.
“I’m glad you like it,” she replied breathlessly, smiling fondly down at you. “Now clean me up,” she ordered, pulling her pussy open so you could see how messy she was with her goopy release.
“Gladly,” you purred, leaning back in to lick up her fluids, making sure to avoid her clit since you knew it was oversensitive. Jennie leaned back against the couch comfortably, running her hand through her sweaty hair to get it off her face.
“Mmm, you’re so good to me, love,” she praised.
“Oh, it’s my pleasure, really,” you demurred. “Eating your pussy is its own reward.”
A fart squeezed out of Jennie, and she sighed. “I’m so lucky to have you.”
“You are.” Finished with cleaning her pussy, you kneaded her ass with your hands as you winked at her. “But I’m lucky too.”
“You think so?” she wondered.
“Yeah, I really lucked out, serving a queen who always tastes and smells so good,” you giggled, hugging her thighs.
“Aww, you have such a sweet tongue,” she cooed at you, before sliding a little further down the couch and pulling her legs up so her asshole winked at you. “Why don’t you put it to good use?”
Smiling, you did as she asked.