Intimate Labor

I let out a slow breath as your fingers push deep into me, prodding at the tip of my cervix. “Eight centimeters!” you boast, your lubricated fingers sliding out of me. Your warm hands move to my beachball-sized mound of a belly, my position making it jut into the air like a snowcapped mountain. “You’re moving along very nicely, at this rate you should be pushing in no time,” you say as one of your three big babies squirms within me and kicks your palm.
I can’t help but smile at your enthusiasm, but that smile quickly turns into a grimace as another contraction overtakes my body. Keeping one hand firmly on my heavy belly, your fingers move down towards my clitoris, expertly circling the nub. I moan as the pleasure starts to surpass the pain of my long labor…

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