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Simone moved at a snail’s pace, one hand braced on her massive belly. She hadn’t even been married a year, and already she was ready to bear her husband’s child. The first week of their marriage had been spent almost exclusively fucking: Fucking in bed, fucking over the table, fucking in the grass outside the house. Simone had soon became accustomed to the feel of her husband’s cock spearing her mercilessly, to the feel of his fingers greedily squeezing her breasts and rubbing between her legs. She had grown tired of it quickly, but it was not her place to deny her husband his pleasure: And so when he had flipped her skirt up at breakfast and slipped his cock between her thighs, she hadn’t protested. When he’d yanked the neck of her dress down and started licking her breasts while they were out in the fields, she had allowed it. And this was the payment for that submission: A heavy belly that had become increasingly difficult to move as time went on. Simone was so