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"Kim, fuck, yes, just like that."
Jimmy's position against the copier was precarious, but both he and Kim were too lost in the moment to care. His grip on Kim's shoulders and one leg wrapped around her hip more than made up for it. Kim's hand behind Jimmy's back held him steady as she fucked into his wet hole, ready and willing for her without lube. She thought they were going to have another night of mutual handjobs, but neither of them could resist when they realized the building was nearly empty, and the look on Jimmy's face when he pulled a condom out of his wallet... How could she say no?
Late nights at Hamlin Hamlin McGill felt a lot more tolerable when Jimmy was there. It felt good - and unfathomably lucky - that Kim found someone at work who understood her struggles, at least to some extent. And Jimmy was funny and cute and charming. The sex was an unexpected but fun bonus.
Jimmy bit his lip, leg shaking around Kim's waist. "Kim," he whimpered, and it was one of the sexiest things Kim had ever heard.
"Jimmy," Kim whispered in response. With her spare hand, she grasped onto Jimmy's tie. What they had was far from serious, but that didn't mean that Jimmy didn't appreciate a little romance. She was pretty sure the girlfriend act was part of the appeal, even if they only ever hooked up at work. So, Kim gave Jimmy a knowing grin as his eyes widened, and she barely had time to see his Adam's apple bob before she stole a kiss.
Jimmy kissed back fervently, hugging her tightly as he sank down on her cock. He was getting close. His swollen clit throbbed against her mons, and he grunted as she thrust up into him. He bit his lip and exhaled sharply through his nose as he came, his cunt pulsing rhythmically around her.
It was cute, how sensitive Jimmy was. Kim kissed his face all over as he panted, shaking in the afterglow. "You done?" Kim asked. Her cock twitched inside him.
Jimmy cleared his throat. "Well," Jimmy said, trying to regain his composure, "it wouldn't be very gentlemanly of me to have sex with a pretty lady and she doesn't even get her rocks off. Need, uh, help with that?" He was his way of asking if she wanted a blowjob or a handjob.
Kim shook her head. "If it's all the same to you," she said, thrusting deeper, "this works just fine. Almost done."
"Fuck yes," Jimmy sighed. He leaned back, angling his hips in such a way that Kim could fuck him better. She bottomed out inside him, and they both moaned. Jimmy's post-orgasm cunt was so hot and soft, wrapping around her cock like a glove. Kim pressed her forehead against his and moved faster, digging her fingers into his hips.
Maybe it was because he came first that day, and maybe it was because they hadn't had sex all week, but Jimmy felt so much better inside than he usually did. Kim groaned, thrusting up against his womb, and came, kissing Jimmy sloppily as she did so. Jimmy kissed back, holding Kim's hips in place with his leg as she rode out her orgasm.
Kim sighed as she pulled away from the kiss. Jimmy looked absolutely blissful, drunk on sex. "That was great," Kim panted, adjusting her ponytail.
Jimmy smirked, a twinkle in his eye. "I expect a debrief in the morning, Ms. Wexler."
Kim was always more excited to straighten herself up after sex than Jimmy was. First order of business, pull out. Second, tie off...
"Shit."
Jimmy furrowed his eyebrows. "Huh?" He peered down at their crotches, and then saw it: the condom was very obviously broken, the head of Kim's penis completely exposed, come all over the outside of it. Come trickled out of his cunt, too. Kim saw panic in his eyes for about ten seconds, before something hit him. He looked up at her, completely calm. He gesticulated with his hands. "Hey. We've got nothing to worry about. I haven't had a period since I was 19. I've been taking hormones for over fifteen years now, and if I wasn't, I'd be, what do they call it, geriatric? No way I've got any eggs that are viable." He guffawed. "Frankly, I don't know why we even bother with the condoms. We're both clean. This isn't the first time someone's blown a load inside me, and I haven't gotten preggo yet."
Kim blinked, not reassured, but desperately wanting to believe what he said was true. "Yeah," she said, nodding. "And I've been on hormones for close to a decade now, so..."
"So you're shooting blanks, bingo." Jimmy bent over to pick his pants off the floor. Regaining her composure, Kim did the same with her skirt and panties. "There's nothing to be scared of. In a month, we'll be laughing about this. It'll be a funny," Jimmy winked, "and very sexy memory."
Two months later, Kim felt like she must confront the truth that Jimmy was ignoring.
They leaned against the concrete wall in the HHM parking lot, about to start their unspoken ritual. Jimmy reached into his pockets for a cigarette, and Kim stopped his hand. Jimmy raised an eyebrow, trying to shake her off, but she tightened her grip. "Jimmy," she said, deathly serious, "don't do that. Have you taken a test yet?"
Jimmy scowled, clearly offended. "What? No." He managed to wrestle free from her grasp and he lifted a cigarette to his lips. "It's not possible. Can't happen."
Kim crossed her arms. "Uh-huh. Right." She reached forward and grasped at his chest. His chest was naturally small - flat enough that what he had usually passed for moobs or ill-defined pecs when he wasn't naked - but Kim had to make a point. She pinned him against the wall and squeezed the left side of his chest.
Jimmy jumped and yelped in pain, dropping the cigarette and doubling over. "Hey! Ow!" he groaned, rubbing the underside subtly through his shirt, "What the hell was that for?"
"You were never that sensitive before. I've noticed you cringing when you carry large stacks of mail." He scowled. "And you look like shit. Have you been sleeping? At all?"
Jimmy exhaled, his breath shaky. "It's a new semester for my online classes. You, uh, know how it is, working a full time job and going to school. But I'm not smart like you, okay? It's hard for me."
"Does that workload make you gag when you see Ernie's birthday cake in the mailroom, too?" Jimmy brought a hand up to his mouth at the memory. "Come on, Jimmy. You love birthday cake."
Jimmy went pale. Kim wouldn't have been surprised if he passed out right then and there. "The workload, is..."
Kim's eyes went wide as Jimmy's body jerked. "Hold on!" she said, and was able to grab the trash can just in time for Jimmy to bend over and throw up inside it.
They drove to the nearby grocery store, Kim rushing in and out as quickly as possible, and to Jimmy's studio apartment after that. The test was positive.
"Just great," Jimmy said, checking himself out in the mirror once he had calmed down from his initial panic. He had stripped down to his boxers, wanting to assess the damage. He didn't exactly look pregnant yet - his nipples were more swollen than usual and he looked a little bloated, but only because Kim knew what to look for. To the casual observer, he was just a regular, slightly hairy guy with the beginnings of a beer belly. "Can't wait to be treated like a freakshow when I end up going to the doctor."
Kim observed him from the edge of the bed, her fingers gripping the sheets. She had suspected for a while, but actually getting confirmation felt like a bucket of cold water poured over her. She bounced one leg. "What do you think you're going to do?"
Jimmy stared at himself and clicked his tongue, his eyes sliding down to his lower belly. "I don't know," he said, tentatively moving a hand down to cup his... bump. "But I'm pretty sure I'm not going to get rid of it. Just... doesn't feel right." Kim stood up, willing her knees to be steady, and hugged him from behind. Jimmy turned around to look at her. "What do you think, Kim?"
Kim furrowed her brows, smiling in confusion. "Doesn't really matter what I think, does it?"
"Matters to me. You're my friend, and, well..." Jimmy cleared his throat. "I don't just let any gal in the mailroom creampie me, you know? Or let most people fuck me in that hole. It's, uh, definitely..."
"Yeah, okay," Kim exhaled.
"And I get it if you don't want to be involved in the kid's life. This is my fault, and I'll deal with it alone if I have to. But you, uh, deserve to know. Definitely yours." Jimmy looked back in the mirror, and he slowly rubbed circles over his furry bump with his thumb. He quirked an eyebrow. "Never thought I'd have kids, being the way I am. Didn't even think it was possible for me."
Kim placed her hand over his. Their eyes met through the mirror. Jimmy pleaded with a look, but Kim had already made up her mind. She rubbed his belly, and he removed his own hand, allowing her to feel the swell. Their baby was in there, making the softness of Jimmy's lower belly firm. Jimmy pressed his lips together and he lowered his gaze as she touched him, gaining confidence with every stroke. Something strange and warm stirred in Kim's heart as she imagined them, small, tiny heartbeat fluttering. If she was going to have kids, there were definitely worse partners than Jimmy. Might even be kind of nice, she thought, having a kid that shared DNA with her best friend. "Neither did I."
"I can't believe Howard is being nicer about this than my own brother."
Kim brought over pizza, which they ate together on Jimmy's bed. "Yeah? What'd Howard say when you told him?"
Jimmy finished chewing and swallowed. His University of American Samoa t-shirt didn't fit as well as it did four months ago; a sliver of his lower stomach peeked out, looking more and more pregnant to Kim every day, and his chest filled out the top a bit more. "That he understood my condition was a little more complex than usual, and that I could take regular maternity leave plus extra when my bump gets too big to hide. And up to a year more if there's any complications for me or the baby during birth, since it's not every day a guy gets knocked up and who knows what could happen. Delicate situation, mine, and Howard understands the need to be discreet. Thankfully, anybody who's noticed that I'm packing on a few extra pounds just thinks I need to hit the gym." He took another bite, chewed a few times, and continued. "Mm. Unless they're on the board, of course. They know, or will know soon enough. But he said they'll approve it. They hired me knowing that my sex isn't changed yet, so they knew this had to be a risk." He pointed, slice in hand, grease dripping onto a paper plate. "An unlikely one, but a risk all the same."
Kim nodded. Jimmy getting hired at HHM was probably one of the biggest reasons that they ended up hiring her, she had come to realize in retrospect. If they could treat Jimmy with even a bit of decorum, there's no reason why she should be treated any differently. Chuck wouldn't allow for his younger brother to get special treatment. "Any change with Chuck?" Kim asked hopefully.
Jimmy frowned, putting the pizza down. "For the worse. He let me know how he really felt instead of giving me the cold shoulder. I get it, I've had a messy past and Chuck saved my ass when I was in legal trouble, but he just keeps thinking this is proof that I'm lying about wanting to be a man on top of everything else, and that I've got something to hide by not telling anyone who the father is. He's, uh..." Jimmy grimaced, squinting his eyes. "He's really disappointed in me. Doesn't think I can do it right. And neither of us know how to tell Mom, but she's really not all there anymore, so... don't know if it would even matter or what she would say."
Kim bit her lip. She hadn't told her own mother, either. Not that she'd talked to her mom since moving to Albuquerque. That was a problem for future Kim, though. "I'm sorry," she said. Because what else was there to say? She didn't know how to deal with moms either. ... She shook her head, clearing her thoughts. Focus. Focus on Jimmy. "That said, backtracking. I fail to see what being pregnant has to do with being a woman or a man," Kim said boldly.
Jimmy snorted derisively. "You haven't seen the looks the OBGYN staff give me whenever I go in. How humiliating it feels to be called 'Ms. McGill' after all the time, effort, and money I spent trying to live my life the way I want to. It took me five freaking doctors until I found one that was willing to treat me." His voice cracked and he sniffled, tears welling in his eyes. He blinked rapidly, wiping his face with the back of his hand. "Oh hell, I miss being on testosterone. Goddamn mood swings. Fucking achy tits. These next five months are going to suck."
As she saw it, Kim had a few options to soothe Jimmy's pain... but one was by far the easiest. At his core, Jimmy just wanted to be respected for who he was, warts and all. Kim took the pizza box, placed it gently on the floor, and crawled over to Jimmy. Even though they had agreed to co-parent in a laid back, non-legally-binding way, they hadn't done so much as grope each other since Jimmy figured out he was pregnant. Kim thought that's what Jimmy had wanted, given that being pregnant seemed complicated for him, but...
Jimmy swallowed thickly as Kim put her hand on the hem of his shirt. She lifted it up past his bellybutton so his whole bump was visible. His stomach was rounded and fuzzy, firm underneath a light layer of fat. "Doesn't look like a woman's belly to me," she said, rubbing it slowly.
Jimmy blushed deeply. "You, uh... haven't seen my tits in a while. They're pretty embarrassing."
"I'll be the judge of that."
Jimmy hesitated, gaging the look on Kim's face, and sighed, pulling off his shirt. His tits had indeed grown a cup size, but Kim thought they were still very proportional to his belly. Again, with the chest hair... She traced one of his puffy areola with her finger, and he gulped. "This doesn't look like a woman's chest, either."
"What, um..." Jimmy's nipples grew hard and he squirmed, red blush tinting down to his neck as Kim gently squeezed a tit with one hand and rubbed his belly with another. "What do I look like, then?"
"You look," Kim said, kissing the small of Jimmy's neck where it met his shoulder, "like the man who's carrying my baby."
Jimmy shook at that, whimpering as Kim nipped at his neck. "Um, I..." She placed her hands on his tits, each a small handful, and rubbed her thumbs across his nipples. He moaned, pulling her closer to him. "Goddamn it, Kim. You know how to make a guy feel sexy. I thought you didn't want to."
Kim chuckled against Jimmy's neck, feeling his pulse race against her nose. "I thought you didn't want to, being so sensitive."
"Sensitive?" Jimmy asked incredulously. "That just means I've been..." Jimmy bit his lip, inhaling sharply as Kim felt him up through his boxers. He was already both hard and wet. "Well, like that."
Kim wasted no time. Giving Jimmy several lingering kisses on the way down his bump, Kim laid Jimmy down on his back and settled between his legs, peeling down his underwear. He smelled a little different, being pregnant and not on testosterone. Sweeter? His clit didn't get quite as hard as it had before his doctor told him to stop his DIY HRT, but it was still full and large as Kim took it into her mouth.
Jimmy's whole body jerked, and Kim grasped onto his hips to keep him still. It didn't really work - Jimmy still found a way to rock his hips up, fucking into her mouth desperately. "Oh my god, Kim," he gasped, grasping onto her hair. Kim pressed her tongue against the underside of his clit as she sucked, bobbing her head as she moved opposite of Jimmy. His grasp on her hair tightened as his thrusts slowed, hips jerking harder against her face. "Fuck, I'm already gonna, I need..." Kim raised her eyes to look up at Jimmy, and felt her panties tighten as she realized she could only see his eyes and forehead, his belly blocking the rest of her view. He squeezed his eyes shut as he came, groaning as Kim gave one last, hard suck, keeping him in her mouth as he tried to catch his breath. After a minute, he went boneless against the bed, panting.
Didn't really seem fair, Kim thought to herself, that she had kept Jimmy deprived of apparently fantastic orgasms when he was like this, swelling with her baby. His clit was still pretty hard, twitching between her lips. She waited until his eyes met hers. He gave her a look that asked What are you doing?, and she answered by swirling her tongue around him and closing her eyes. They didn't usually have time for this when fooling around at HHM, but Jimmy was so fucking handsome after he came multiple times. And he deserved it, for not having sex (at least to her knowledge) for the past few months, and...
"Hahh, careful," Jimmy grunted. "Not around the head yet." Kim pulled off of him, kissed the side of his clit in apology, and licked the base of his hard-on. Now that she wasn't pressed against his crotch, she could feel just how wet her chin was with him. Unable to help herself, she rubbed against the mattress, groaning against Jimmy as she licked him and sucked at his hood.
Jimmy whined, and the sound pulsed blood to Kim's cock. "Kim, uh." He cleared his throat. "Not to beg here, but, uh..."
"But what?" Kim asked, taking the whole of Jimmy's length into her mouth again.
Jimmy bucked his hips, whimpering. "Dammit, isn't it obvious?" Kim didn't answer, but she did spread his lips and rub a finger against his hole. "Kiiiim," he moaned, long and drawn out, "it's been way too fucking long, I need you. I need you inside me, yesterday."
Kim placed her other hand on Jimmy's belly as she pushed her finger inside him, and he clenched onto her hungrily. She pulled off of him and looked up. He was playing with his chest, his eyes glazed over with lust and need. "Aren't I already?" she asked, rubbing his stomach for emphasis as she thrusted her finger against Jimmy's upper wall.
Jimmy shuddered. "God, don't remind me. It's all I can think about when I get dress -" He stopped and stilled, his eyes widening and mouth clenching shut. He fluttered against Kim's finger.
Kim felt lightheaded as she sat up on her knees, her cock throbbing almost painfully. "I think about it, too." She unbuttoned her blouse as quickly as she could. "I mean, whenever I pass by you at work," she threw it off and started fiddling with her bra, "I see this, just because I know it's there," she leaned down and put a hand on Jimmy's belly again, "and think, oh my god, I did this." She stroked his belly affectionately. "I knocked up the hottest man in the office." She flung off her bra and got off the bed to unzip her pencil skirt. "And while it was always technically possible, it probably shouldn't have been able to happen." Her skirt fell to the floor, her panties quickly following. "But I got James McGill pregnant, and he's never looked so manly and sexy to me, ever. And anyone that has a problem with how you look, first of all, has no sense of taste, and second of all, can fuck right off."
Jimmy's sucked in a breath and bit his lip as she sat back down on the mattress. "Kim... you're so beautiful, god."
Kim blinked, and then it hit her. This was the first time he had ever seen her fully naked. Come to think of it... same for Jimmy - she'd seen all the parts naked before, but this was the full picture. "And you're unbelievably handsome," she said as she crawled on top of him. "Where are the condoms?"
Jimmy groaned, tossing his head back in frustration. "Come on, you really think this is the time to worry about condoms? It's not like you can make me more pregnant."
Kim cocked her head. "Wanna bet?" Jimmy's eyes widened and he gulped. "Seemed like you enjoyed it the first time, and..." She placed her finger on the top of Jimmy's pubic hair, tracing up his happy trail. Her cock twitched in interest, and she felt a bead of precome drip off her cock, onto his belly. "There's still a lot of room in here, I think. You think you're big now? Just wait until you've got a second baby in you."
Jimmy snorted. "Uh, if you're trying to reason with me, you're doing a piss poor job at it. As I see it, you're only strengthening my argument." He pinched her nipple, which was very bratty of him but got his point across. "Now put it in me already."
Kim bit her lower lip and she nodded. Jimmy grinned, giving her tits a squeeze. "Yeah. I'll put another baby in you, right now." Jimmy made a small sound at that, biting his lip, and Kim thought she might have gone too far before Jimmy's hands fell off her chest and one immediately went to his clit, rubbing furiously, and the other gave her cock a few eager pumps before moving to her waist. They were so close. He spread his legs and she slid between them, lining herself up against his lips. Jimmy shifted his hand slightly and grasped the base of her cock, both of them shuddering as he lined the tip against his pliant hole. She braced herself with one hand, resting the other on the top of Jimmy's bump. "I'm going to get you pregnant again," she promised, staring Jimmy in the eye, and pushed herself deep inside.
Jimmy reacted beautifully. His legs wrapped around her hips, keeping her locked inside, and he arched his back in pleasure. "Fuck, Kim, I'm going to have your baby," he panted, lost in the feeling. She rubbed circles on his belly as she thrust as deep as she was able, and he whimpered. "Every time I shower," he admitted, "I get kind of hot, thinking how big I'm getting already. That it's yours." Kim shivered as Jimmy reached up and squeezed one of her tits, bouncing as she fucked him. "Fuuuck," he whined, rubbing her nipple, "I'm going to get even bigger if you put another one in me..."
"Jimmy, shit," Kim panted, fucking him as hard as she could at that angle. She held onto his belly, grasping at the sheets. She fucked him deep, rubbing the head of her cock against his inner walls, and Jimmy moaned, pinching her nipple and squeezing both her tit with his hand and her length with his cunt. The heat and softness of fucking Jimmy raw made Kim's head spin. "Here comes their little brother," she gasped, quickening her thrusts and pushed in as deep as she could, spurting ropes of come against Jimmy's full womb. Jimmy pulsed around her cock and pulled her down on top of him, hugging her close as he followed her seconds later, crying out her name.
They laid like that for a while, panting. Jimmy's chest felt soft and comforting against Kim's as she slowly went half-flaccid inside him. Jimmy's arms finally fell to his sides as he exhaled loudly, a release of what sounded like months of tension. Kim pushed herself up with her arms and looked Jimmy over.
There was a look in his eyes that she'd only seen a few times before. Something soft, precarious, vulnerable. No lust at all. Something else. He looked so small in that moment - not necessarily physically, just. His essence. It made Kim's throat tighten. Tentatively, he reached up and ran his fingers through her hair.
She resisted the urge to put her hand on his belly. She didn't know much about being a parent - about being a mom - but she knew she wanted to do right by the baby inside of Jimmy. But, in that moment, more important was Jimmy himself - a present she could touch rather than the future in store. She wanted to do right by him, too, and not out of any sense of obligation.
Kim cupped Jimmy's cheek tenderly, gazing deeply into his eyes, and their lips met each other's halfway, a warm calm filling Kim's heart.
Jimmy groaned in relief as he dropped the last of three boxes on the floor of Kim's apartment. "Jesus, Kim, did you really need to pick a room on the third floor?" He rubbed his lower back, wincing.
"I moved into this apartment before I knew I'd get a pregnant boyfriend. Plus, I told you I could get those for you," Kim said from the couch, poring over some photocopies she took home from HHM. She put her hand to her lips. "Hmm..."
Jimmy guffawed. "I'm pregnant, not an invalid," he insisted, offended, and he peeled off his sweatshirt. The white t-shirt underneath clung to his belly and chest, slightly transparent from sweat. Unfortunate timing that one layer of clothing became no longer enough to hide his bump right at the end of spring - the June heat seemed rough on him now that he was nearing the end of his second trimester. He flopped down on the couch next to her, looking over her shoulder. "So? What do you think?"
"Well..." Kim quirked an eyebrow. "There's no verbiage specifying sex. And I'm still legally male. Obviously. But even if I was female, we could probably fight it in court. The main obstacle would be our titles. I'm not sure if we would be able to change them after SRS, or what other legal hurdles we might face. There's not a lot of precedent for this in New Mexico. I'll probably have to dig up what other states have ruled later." She looked up from the photocopies. "I don't know. What I want for my future hasn't changed, but it's up to you. Even if we trust each other, I understand wanting insurance. Encourage it, even."
Jimmy sucked in air through his teeth, taking the papers out of her hands to have a look himself. He was still learning, but it was good for him to practice. "Hmm. Can't say I'm very excited at the idea of being any sort of 'Mrs.' Mrs. McGill is my mother, and Mrs. Wexler should be you."
Kim tilted her head as she turned to him, putting a hand on his belly. "What, not into the idea of being my barefoot and pregnant wife?"
Jimmy coughed, placing the papers on the coffee table. His hardening nipples became clearly visible through his shirt, dark pink and appetizing. "Only one of those things," Jimmy said, covering Kim's hand with his own, "appeals to me."
Kim nodded, rubbing his belly. "My barefoot and infertile husband."
"Ha ha. Very funny, smartass." Jimmy smirked and tugged on Kim's shirt collar, pulling her in for a kiss. She kissed back, her hand slipping down to his fly, and he cleared his throat. "Now, come on, hurry up and put a baby in me, would you? We've gotta practice this whole consummation thing. Just in case."
They made quick work of Jimmy's pants and boxers, and Kim was hard and ready for him as she unzipped her fly of her slacks and pulled down her panties. Jimmy positioned himself on her, bracing himself against the wall. "You're going to - mmmfgh," Jimmy moaned as Kim sucked his nipple through his shirt, and didn't even bother finishing his thought as he sank down on her, his stomach pressing firmly against hers. Kim rubbed the side of his belly as he slipped easily on her cock, his legs shaking with arousal each time she bottomed out inside him, her cock pressing against his womb. She felt the baby kick her hand and that just about did Jimmy in - he slid down the wall and whined, his clit throbbing against her mons. "Kiss your baby's daddy," Jimmy begged, and Kim did, their mouths meeting right as Jimmy came, rolling his hips on Kim's cock as he rode out his orgasm.
Kim grinned as Jimmy pulled away from the kiss, his cunt still clenching her cock. "Think we can go for a record today? It's okay if you're too tired from moving your things inside."
Jimmy shook his head. "Oh, trust me," he said, grunting as he slid off of her, "moving things just got me all the more excited to get railed afterwards." His juices glistened between his thighs and on his pubic hair, going so far as the lower curve of his belly. "How could I not be, when I knew you were inside waiting for me, with no interruptions for the rest of the day?" He put down a pillow on the middle of the couch and laid down on it so it supported his lower back, spreading his legs. Kim fumbled with her belt, yanking off her slacks and panties, unbuttoning her blouse and pulling down her bra so her tits fell out. "Now that we're officially living together, you can fuck as many babies into me as you want." She crawled on top, and Jimmy's hands were on her, squeezing her right tit with one hand and stroking her waist affectionately with the other. "You smoking hot MILF, you. I dare you to put twins in me this time."
She nodded. "Challenge accepted." Kim crushed her mouth against Jimmy's, making him groan in pleasure, and she thrust inside him again, imagining his belly swelling even larger with twins or more, the epitome of a sexy, DILFy bear.
Their hands met on his bump. Every day, it was slightly bigger. Kim pulled away from the kiss, slowing her thrusts to an even pace, and looked Jimmy in the eye. He made a soft, needy sound as she interlaced her fingers with his and squeezed tight. He squeezed back harder, and shuddered as Kim started fucking him faster again. The breathless moans he made matched the lump in her throat.
Like always, they didn't need to say it. They already knew.