Ah.... It's that dress again today. That God forsaken dress... He should have burn that thing and forbid that thing but no. His eyes enjoy the sight too much to do that.
It's that frilly, long dress that literally cover everything but somehow seeing you in that sends signals to the place between his legs. And it not the first time and certainly won't be the last at this point. Ughh, it's getting more bothersome right now.
It's not like you even trying to look cute. You just wear the dress because it's easier to accommodate your bulging belly. Yet somehow his dick respond to it as if telling him that you're effortlessly sexy when there's nothing sexy about the dress. It's a freaking long dress, with frilly long skirt and puffed short sleeves, giving off the looks of innocent and dainty. Giving you the pure pregnancy glow this late into your pregnancy. And fuck did it messed with his mind and sent signals to where the sun doesn't shine.
And you, oh so oblivious you, just keep wearing that thing along with the others in your collection, trying to mess with his head without even knowing it- or maybe you know and deliberately do so? Enjoy seeing him struggle to keep his mind straight and not bend you over the nearest flat surface in front of their son, you really are a menace aren't you? A little sadist in disguise. He doesn't remember how much time he has to will himself(or his boner) down as to not hurt you and flash the kid. And you? You're just doing your things, playing with the kid and being yourself effortlessly without thinking about his struggles at all. Damn you. Damn you and your cute self!