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“Oh, Bunny, you look so very pretty for Daddy. Come hop up on my lap” I rub my hands firmly over your back, belly, and thighs. “You’re such a good boy, little Bunny. Doing such a good job holding in all our dozen squirming little babies. If I’m feeling very very kind tomorrow I’ll even let you push one out!”
Wanna wear my prettiest set of lingerie for you while I'm deeply in labor 🩷
Little lacy panties you can barely even see with my heavy belly dropped, baby buns inside low and ready to be born already. And a little bralette, mostly sheer and too small for my once flat chest that's now swollen with milk; the thin fabric tortureously rubbing over my sensitive nipples, hard and leaky.
My body's screaming at me to give in, to just bear down and push out your babies ... But I know how much you desire me like that. Plump and ripe, so full of you I can barely even think anymore. And I want to be pretty for you so bad.
So don't worry, Daddy, I'll try to hold back a little longer, hnnngh ...