Lexie moaned out, fingers fiddling with the buttons of Zheme's pants until it came undone. She zipped down the zip, right hand caressing the all too familiar hardness covered by a Hanes underpants. "I-I...I want you."

Zheme nodded. "I know Kitten, but not today."

"But wh—?"

Zheme cut her off with a peck, fingers digging deeper within her, eliciting little whimpers, bodily squirms and loud moans. "You're pregnant Lexie, you shouldn't be doing anything arduous, there's a possibility that it can lead to miscarriage."

Lexie frowned. "But mom sai...ahhh!" Lexie's fingers clung to his shoulder as pleasure ran like lightening along her walls. His fingers were working magic, pleasuring her...