She’s supposed to be resting. Instead, there he is—knees planted on the couch, cock buried deep between those swollen lips while her hands grip his thighs like she’s afraid he’ll pull out. Pregnant belly pressed into the fabric, tits bouncing with every gagging breath. The door creaks open behind him but she doesn’t stop; just tightens her throat and moans around him. Then it flips—he’s on his back now, legs over her shoulders as that thick tongue works him from root to tip while someone else watches through the hallway mirror.