Anny, her prego belly glistening under the soft bedroom light, can't ignore the primal hunger gnawing at her. She's a vision of fertility, her body a symphony of curves, her nipples hard and dark. She spreads her legs, her juices flowing, her scent intoxicating. She wants, needs, to be filled, stretched, fucked. She fantasizes about a thick cock plunging into her, her walls clenching around it, her body consuming it. Her fingers dip inside, but it's not enough. She needs more, so much more.