Pregnancy has only accentuated Lakebee's curves, her body a ripe, golden fruit ready for plucking. She steps out of the shower, water cascading down her tanned skin, pausing to admire her reflection. Her blonde hair, still wet, clings to her shoulders, framing her face as she begins to towel off. But the sight of her own body, her round, pregnant belly, her full, milk-swollen tits, and her hairy pussy, sends a jolt of desire through her. She drops the towel, her voice echoing in the bathroom as she begins to issue commands, "Touch yourself, whore. Make yourself come for me."