Pregnant Bellies Touching

DESCRIPTION: Resort worker Ciarán deals with pregnant women day in, day out. Always professional, always charming. But always lusting after them, knowing he can never enjoy their ample, ripe bellies and horny bodies. Ciarán lives in constant frustration. Until Clotile and Sarianna, each pregnant and each beautiful, arrive late one afternoon and Ciarán's frustration turns to fantasies fulfilled. EXCERPT: When I brought their take-out dinners up to their suite about half an hour later, I politely knocked. Sarianna opened the door. She was completely naked. She smiled, a delicious smile that instantly showed bright white teeth and no embarrassment. "Clotile, I think your vibe detector was spot-on, dear," Sarianna called over her shoulder. Sarianna ushered me into the living room of the suite and slinked up to me, taking the two bags of food out of my hands. "We can get to that later. I can tell by the bulge in your pants, Ciarán, that you like what you see. Am I off?" I did like what I saw. Sarianna was a little shorter than Clotile, with lightly tanned skin and blonde hair, brown eyes and a delicate, button nose above thick, lush, red lips. Her tits were big and round, natural and slightly drooping to rest on her prominent belly. And that belly; if she was not in her eighth month she was minutes from it. Almost perfectly round, so much so that it seemed to tuck in at the sides before smoothly joining the rest of her. It sat up high and forward, well above her hips. As I took her in, she reached down from both sides with her two arms, underneath her belly and then slightly lifting it. She bent her legs slightly and thrust her belly forward, laughing.