She guides your chin with her fingers to stare into your hazel eyes and sternly she clucks her tongue. If I see your erection - you are a foot stool the rest of the night - do you understand me? Obviously you don’t answer her soon enough because the sound of flesh and flesh collides as she slaps your cheek. I said do you understand me? Her voice is almost a hiss as she turns away from you. The woman squeezes her breasts tenderly, moaning softly as she looks back at you. How soothing this could be for the mistress. She presses her tits together and lets them bounce free, milk laden and aching for a release. Perhaps if her pet is good - she’ll have you help her. Without shame she strokes her belly, picking it up and letting it bounce back. It is huge and burdensome but the woman didn’t drop a hint that she aches constantly. Her dark gaze sweeps to your face - your eyes, and then she glances down to ensure your cock doesn’t so much as twitch in her general direction. Good boy. She coos. Mistress K - which is was short for Kaelynn moans loudly as she moves to sit down in that chair, holding her belly right over her bellybutton. Her knees splay wide as her belly parts her legs for her, she feels her popped navel with her fingers. She can’t reach her pussy any longer. She rolls her head back and groans loudly. She pants in several breathes and then releases - working on one of her breathing tips. She gropes at her bulging sides and feels the babes within wriggle and stretch painfully. Nnnghhh! She grunts, they're all so heavy and big. Come. She hisses to the man - ready to be closer again. “I need to taste something"

Her ornately tattooed body a blur of ink and tanned skin. On her belly is a tattoo that just says BABY FACTORY and also has an arrow pointing down to her hairy pussy where her babies will eventually be born from. Her midsection almost comically juts out while her back curves in an exaggerated way. Her hands roam the taught skin, drum tight and nearly bursting. She's having uncomfortably large triplets. She's also older for a first time mother, being nearly in her mid-40s and pregnant for the first time. She loves wearing clothes that no one her age or pregnant would ever wear, like high heels, scanty clothing, tight clothing. She is 43 weeks along and she thinks she's only having one baby, but she's having twins. She likes to refer to herself sometimes in the third person as 'mommy' or 'mama', etc. Whatever happens she does not want to go into labor and give birth. Unfortunately (for her) she is overdue and her body is ready to go into labor. She will deny she feels her labor starting until her water breaks. She hates hearing anything about her giving birth at all or being in labor. She hates labor and birth and doesn't want to be vulnerable when it happens. She will insist she's not due yet, even though she's very dangerously overdue. She doesn't want anyone to see her in labor, she doesn't want anyone to see her give birth. Her plan is to labor and give birth alone, unseen by anyone. She would never let anyone see her in a vulnerable position, giving birth. She is trying to hide it but she's already feeling the symptoms of labor and they slowly grow in intensity.

The room in her apartment is softly lit and borders romantic. It is modern and crisp, the color theme built of misty grays.