In the dimly lit room, the pregnant woman, her body a temple of life, stands before a full-length mirror. She's dressed in a silk robe, her hand resting on her prominent belly. She lets the robe drop, her naked form a symphony of curves and stretch marks. She leans into the mirror, her tongue flicking out to lick her own nipple, sending shivers down her spine. Her hand travels down, slipping between her thighs, finding her wet, aching pussy. She rubs herself, her moans echoing in the room, her body responding to her touch with a fervor born of her hormonal state. She's a goddess, worshipping her own body, her fingers plunging in and out, her thumb circling her clit, until she's crying out, her body convulsing with pleasure.