Emma's fingers trembled with quiet anticipation as she drew the bedroom curtains closed, the dim golden light from the single lamp pooling over the rumpled sheets and highlighting the soft curve of John's bare shoulder. The air hung thick with the mingled scents of fresh linen, her own floral perfume, and the faint musk of their shared nervousness. She turned to face him, her heart swelling with tender resolve, and stepped close enough that the warmth of his body brushed against her nightgown. "John, sweetheart, look at me," she murmured, her voice steady and patient as she reached for the buttons of his shirt. "We're going to make our baby tonight, just like we talked about. I'll show you every step, and you just follow what feels good, okay?"

His eyes widened with innocent curiosity, cheeks flushing as her hands slipped the fabric aside to reveal the smooth planes of his chest, the rapid flutter of his pulse visible beneath pale skin. Emma guided his trembling fingers to the hem of her gown, helping him lift it slowly over her head until she stood before him in nothing but the soft glow of lamplight, her full breasts rising with each breath, nipples tightening in the cool air. "See how my body responds to you?" she whispered, taking his palm and pressing it gently to one breast, letting him feel the weight and the way her nipple hardened under his touch. A soft sigh escaped her as warmth bloomed low in her belly. "Touch here, like this—yes, that's it. Now, let's get these off you too." She knelt to ease his trousers down, revealing his cock already half-hard and twitching with unbidden arousal, the head flushed and glistening faintly at the tip.

Emma wrapped her hand around him with careful tenderness, stroking once in a slow, encouraging glide that drew a surprised gasp from John's lips. "It feels good when I do this, doesn't it?" she asked, her free hand stroking his thigh to soothe him while her thumb circled the sensitive ridge beneath the crown. "Your cock is getting nice and hard for me, just like it needs to be so we can make love and put a baby inside." She leaned in, pressing a kiss to his stomach, the heat of his skin against her mouth sending a rush of affection through her. "Now, touch me here," she guided, parting her thighs slightly and placing his hand between her legs, letting his fingers brush the slick folds of her pussy. "Feel how wet and ready I am for you? That's because I love you, and I want you deep inside me."

She eased him down onto the sheets, straddling his hips with deliberate care, her pussy hovering just above his straining erection as she reached between them to position him. The blunt head of his cock nudged her entrance, parting her folds with a shared gasp, and she sank down inch by inch, her walls stretching to accommodate his girth while she murmured soothing words against his lips. "Breathe with me, love—feel how tight and wet I am around you? This is how we make our baby." Her hands framed his face as she began to rock, slow and tender, each roll of her hips drawing him deeper until he was fully sheathed, the intimate friction building a steady heat that coiled low in her belly. John's hands settled on her waist, his innocent moans mingling with hers as pleasure bloomed between them, her breasts swaying with the motion while she leaned in to kiss him deeply, pouring all her love and guidance into every shared breath.

"Oh God, Emma, it feels so... so good but tight," John gasped against her mouth, his voice trembling with awe and a hint of overwhelm as his hips twitched upward involuntarily. "Is this right? Am I hurting you?" Emma's breath hitched, her own inexperience making her movements a little uncertain as she adjusted. "No, sweetheart, you're perfect... just let me... ah, there," she whispered, a small wince crossing her face before melting into a moan of building pleasure. "It hurts a little at first for me too, but then it turns so warm and full. You're doing so well." She lifted herself slightly, stroking him with her hand again in slow pulls to ease the transition, her thumb circling the sensitive head as he throbbed in her grip. "Does this feel nice, John? Tell me what you're feeling."

John's eyes fluttered shut, his naivety evident in the way he clung to her. "It tingles... everywhere. Your hand is so soft. Can you... do that more?" Encouraged, Emma leaned down, her lips brushing his tip before taking him into her mouth with tentative exploration, her tongue tracing experimentally while her hand worked the base. John's fingers tangled in her hair, a surprised cry escaping him. "Emma! Oh, that's... intense. Don't stop, but... it's almost too much." She pulled back gently, her cheeks flushed. "I want to taste you, love. You taste salty and sweet."

After a moment, she guided his hand between her thighs again, her voice soft with shared discovery. "Now touch me here, John—use your fingers like before, then... maybe your mouth if you're ready. Lick gently." Hesitant at first, John followed, his tongue flicking uncertainly over her folds, drawing a gasp from her as pain from earlier sensitivity gave way to sparks of pleasure. "Yes, just like that—oh, John, that's new and wonderful," she breathed, her hips rocking into his touch while guiding him through her own soft instructions.

her hips rocking into his touch while guiding him through her own soft instructions. "That's it, my love, use your tongue just there—circle my clit nice and slow, feel how it swells for you?" Emma moaned, her thighs parting wider as John's hesitant licks grew bolder, his fingers still exploring her slick pussy. She reached down to stroke his hair, praising him softly. "You're making me so wet, sweetheart. Now, slip one finger inside me... yes, like that, push deeper while you lick." John complied with eager innocence, his digit sliding into her tight heat, drawing a shuddering gasp from her as she arched. "Good boy, now add another—two fingers, stretch me gently. Oh, John, that feels so full already."

After a few moments of his attentive ministrations, Emma gently pulled him up, her eyes filled with tender desire. "Now it's my turn to taste you again," she whispered, easing him onto his back and wrapping her lips around his throbbing cock, taking him deeper into her warm mouth with slow, deliberate sucks. Her tongue swirled around the head as her hand pumped the base, and John whimpered in delight. "Emma... your mouth is so hot and wet, like velvet. It makes my cock ache in the best way—don't stop, please." She hummed around him, bobbing her head while guiding his hand back between her legs. "Add a third finger now, love—stretch my pussy wider for your cock. Yes, just like that, pump them in and out while I suck you."

Releasing him with a soft pop, she straddled him once more, letting the head of his cock tease her entrance, rubbing against her swollen folds without entering. "Feel how ready I am? Tease me a little, sweetheart—rub your tip right here." John obeyed, his naive excitement evident as he nudged and circled, making her breath hitch. "Now, push inside, John—thrust deeper for me, nice and slow at first." As he slid in, she coached him with urgent moans, her hands on his hips guiding the rhythm. "That's it, love, pull back just a bit then thrust harder—yes, deeper! Oh God, you're hitting that spot perfectly, keep going, faster now, fill me up so we can make our baby. You're doing so well, John, your cock feels amazing inside my pussy—praise spilling from her lips as their bodies moved together in building ecstasy.

Emma's voice rose in a trembling gasp as the pleasure crested higher, her fingers clutching desperately at his shoulders while her thighs squeezed around his hips. "Harder, John—oh God, pound me harder, sweetheart! Don't stop, thrust deep and breed me now, fill my pussy with everything you've got so we can make our baby!" She rocked against him with urgent need, her breasts pressing to his chest as she guided his hands to grip her waist tighter, coaching him through every frantic roll. "Yes, just like that—faster, love, slam into me! I need you so deep, your cock stretching me wide. You're doing so well, my sweet husband... feel how my walls clench around you? That's your wife begging for your seed."

John whimpered in overwhelmed delight, his naive thrusts growing bolder under her desperate pleas, hips snapping upward with clumsy but eager force. "Emma... you feel so tight and hot, I—I want to make you happy," he panted, his face buried against her neck as she clutched him closer, nails grazing his back. Her pussy fluttered around his cock with each powerful stroke, slick arousal coating them both while she moaned encouragement. "That's it, harder—breed me, John! Come inside me, fill me up until it takes... don't hold back, give me all of it!"

She arched beneath him as he obeyed, her body trembling with the building climax, legs locked around his waist to pull him impossibly deeper. "Yes, oh yes—pound my pussy like that, right there! Breed your wife, sweetheart, make me pregnant tonight!" Her hands framed his face, pulling him into a fervent kiss even as her hips bucked to meet every thrust, the wet sounds of their joining filling the room alongside their mingled cries. John's innocent enthusiasm surged with her words, his rhythm turning relentless yet tender, chasing the release she craved so openly.

Emma cried out sharply as her first orgasm crashed through her, her pussy clenching violently around his cock in rhythmic spasms that made her whole body quake. "Yes, John—harder! Fuck me harder, deeper, pound that cock into my pussy like you mean it!" she begged, her voice breaking with raw need as her thighs locked tighter around him. "Don't stop, sweetheart—keep thrusting, give me more! Oh God, you're hitting so deep, breed me, fill me up!" Her walls fluttered and squeezed through wave after wave, slick juices coating his shaft as she came again almost immediately, her breasts heaving against his chest while she clawed at his back. "That's two, love—feel how I come for you? Now faster, slam into me! Use my pussy, make me yours."

John whimpered but obeyed, his naive hips snapping with growing force as she coached him through every stroke, her fingers guiding his hands to her breasts so he could pinch her nipples while he drove into her. "It feels so tight, Emma, but I want to make you happy—tell me how," he panted, sweat-slicked skin sliding against hers. "Does this feel good when I push like that?" Emma moaned encouragement, her third climax ripping free as she arched and screamed, "Yes, just like that—grind against my clit, harder now! Deeper, John, stretch my pussy wide and don't you dare come yet!" "I won't, not until you say," John gasped back, thrusting deeper. Her fourth and fifth orgasms followed in quick succession, her body jerking beneath him with each relentless thrust, the wet slap of skin echoing as she urged him on: "Keep going, sweetheart—I'm coming again, feel it? Your cock is perfect, pound me till I can't think!" "You're so wet around me, Emma—I love how it squeezes," John groaned, picking up speed. Her sixth orgasm built hotter, her inner muscles milking him greedily while she kissed him messily, whispering praises between gasps. "Seven now—oh fuck, yes, faster! Breed your wife, don't hold back but hold your seed for me!" "I'll hold it, I promise—tell me when," he replied breathlessly.

By her eighth climax she was trembling wildly, legs shaking around his waist as she demanded more, her voice hoarse with ecstasy. "Harder, deeper—fuck me like an animal, John! Slam that cock all the way in, stretch me, make me pregnant!" "Like this? Is this deep enough?" John asked, driving harder. Her ninth hit like lightning, pussy pulsing so tight he groaned, yet he kept thrusting obediently under her frantic guidance, hips pistoning relentlessly while she sobbed in pleasure. "Ten—God, ten times, you're making me come so much! Now give it to me, flood my pussy, come inside me now!" "I'm so close, Emma—can I now?" Only then did John finally let go with a broken cry, his cock throbbing as he pumped thick ropes of cum deep into her clenching heat, her walls milking every drop while she held him close through the shared release. "Yes, fill me—give me everything!" Emma cried out as they shuddered together.

Yes, fill me—give me everything!" Emma cried out as they shuddered together. But even as her body milked him through the waves, John remained rigid and throbbing inside her without release, his face twisted in frustrated confusion as his hips stuttered to a halt. "Emma... it feels so good, but I can't... I can't let it out," he whimpered, his voice small and overwhelmed against her neck. She stroked his damp hair tenderly, kissing his temple while her walls still fluttered around his cock. "It's okay, sweetheart, just keep moving for me—slow and deep at first. Focus on how tight my pussy is gripping you, how wet and hot it feels. You're going to fill me up, I promise. Just listen to my voice."

Emma rolled them so she was on top again, riding him with deliberate rolls of her hips that drew fresh moans from them both. "That's it, baby—thrust up into me harder now. Feel my clit rubbing against you? God, your cock is stretching my pussy so perfectly, I need you to breed me." She came again quickly, her third climax since the last making her scream and clench violently around him as she coached him on. "Yes, John, just like that—grind deep, let me feel every inch. You're doing so well, my good boy. Keep pounding me, faster, slam that thick cock in and out until you can't hold back anymore." John obeyed with growing urgency, his naive thrusts turning erratic and powerful, the wet slap of skin echoing as he panted, "It tingles so much, Emma... your pussy is sucking me in, I want to come but it won't happen yet. Tell me what to do—fuck you like this?" His hands gripped her ass, pulling her down onto him with animalistic force as she urged him on through orgasm after orgasm, her voice filthy and loving. "Harder, love—pound my cunt like a wild animal, breed your wife's dripping pussy, fill it with your cum so we make that baby. You're so deep, stretching me wide, don't stop until you explode inside me!"

By her twelfth shattering release, Emma was slick with sweat and trembling, her breasts bouncing wildly as she leaned down to whisper against his ear, "Now, John—fuck me at that animal speed, give me everything, flood my womb right now!" John cried out in overwhelmed ecstasy, his hips snapping brutally fast and deep, the bed creaking under the force as he finally let go with a guttural moan. "Emma, I—I can't stop, it feels too good, your pussy's so tight and wet, I'm coming, breeding you!" Thick pulses of cum erupted from him at last, painting her inner walls as she milked him through it, both of them gasping and clinging together in the messy, shared high.

Emma's breath came in ragged pants as she felt him still hard inside her, her body quivering from the aftershocks of her countless releases. She cupped his flushed face, her voice soft yet commanding with that endless patience. "John, sweetheart, flip me over—put me on my hands and knees right now. I need you to pound me from behind, harder and deeper than before. Thrust that cock into my pussy like you mean to flood my womb again and give me our baby." She guided his hands to her hips, rolling onto all fours and arching her back to present herself, her slick folds glistening and dripping with his previous load. "That's it, love—grab my waist tight and slam in. Feel how my pussy opens for you? Breed me savagely, John. Don't hold back this time."

John whimpered with eager confusion turning to raw need, his naive hands clutching her ass as he positioned himself behind her and drove forward in one powerful thrust, burying himself to the hilt in her tight heat. "Like this, Emma? Oh, it's so deep... your pussy feels even hotter from here," he gasped, hips snapping with growing force as she moaned encouragement. She pushed back against him, her breasts swaying beneath her with each brutal stroke. "Yes, harder—pound me like an animal, sweetheart! Stretch my cunt wide and fill me up again. I want every drop this time, deeper than before." His thrusts turned relentless, the wet slap of skin echoing as he rutted into her with savage urgency, one hand reaching around to rub her swollen clit while the other pinned her waist. Emma cried out, her walls clenching around him as fresh pleasure built fast. "Good boy, just like that—grind against that spot inside me. You're going to come again, aren't you? Flood my womb, John. Make me pregnant tonight."

She rocked back to meet every punishing thrust, her voice breaking with raw desire. "Deeper, love—slam that thick cock all the way in until I feel it in my belly. Don't stop until you're pumping me full again." John's innocent moans grew louder, his rhythm turning frantic and possessive as he obeyed, pounding into her with all the eager force she demanded. The bed creaked wildly beneath them, her pussy milking him greedily with every stroke while she praised him through gasps and whimpers. "That's my sweet husband—breed me harder. I can feel you throbbing... let it out, fill me up so full it takes. Come for me now, John."

John cried out in desperate obedience, his grip tightening on her ass as he slammed into her with renewed vigor, the force of his thrusts jolting her forward on the bed. "Yes, Emma—I'll breed you, I'll fill you until you're swollen with me!" His cock drove deeper in this angle, each powerful stroke battering her cervix as she arched and screamed for more. "Harder, John—pound my pussy like you own it, flood my womb with endless loads until my belly swells round and full!" she begged, her voice raw and pleading as he rutted savagely from behind, one hand pressing against her abdomen to feel the bulge forming with every plunge. He pumped load after thick load into her without pause, his naive enthusiasm turning primal as cum overflowed and dripped down her thighs, her pussy stretched wide and glistening while she climaxed again and again, demanding he keep going until her stomach visibly distended from the sheer volume of his seed.

Finally, as exhaustion softened their movements, Emma eased him down beside her on the bed, rolling into a tender spooning embrace where she guided his still-hard cock back into her slick, cum-laden pussy from behind. Their bodies moved in a slow, sensual rhythm now, his hips rolling in deep, languid thrusts that allowed them to savor every inch and sensation—the way her walls fluttered around him, the warm slickness of their mingled fluids coating his length, the gentle press of his chest against her back as his hands cupped her swollen breasts. "Just like this, my love," she murmured breathlessly, her voice thick with affection and lingering need, "feel how we fit together perfectly. Take your time, fill me again slow and deep while I hold you inside." John nuzzled her neck with innocent wonder, his thrusts unhurried and intimate, each one drawing soft moans as they rocked together for what felt like hours, building to a final, shared release that left her belly even fuller and their hearts intertwined in exhausted bliss. Exhausted and content, they drifted into sleep with him still buried deep within her, the promise of their child taking root in the warmth of their union.

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