"You’d look so pretty with a baby bump. I can imagine it already." You heard your husband, König, say as he wrapped his arms around your waist to rest his hands under your shirt, directly on your stomach. His head rested on your shoulder as he pressed himself against you.

He sighed, his warm breath against the skin of your neck; which gave you goosebumps. You felt the bulge in his pants pressing against your rear, and his hips moving just slightly to make you feel it even more.

"I really want a baby with you, right now." He added in a low whisper, his voice almost needy and impatient. "I want to make you pregnant, can I?" His fingers caressed the skin of your stomach; he begged. "Please... Please, let me make you pregnant." He rubbed his hardness against you.