The night sky glittered with stars, their brilliance mirrored in the tranquil waters of the hot springs. Figures reclined amidst the rising steam, savoring a rare moment of respite after arduous days or as a brief pause during lengthy journeys. Suddenly, an unexpected sight drew every gaze in unison. A voluptuous woman in an advanced state of pregnancy entered the hot springs with a timid look, covered with a short towel. Her cheeks were red with embarrassment and the woman could feel her whole world shaking with nerves. After a long session of thoughts, she dropped the towel that covered her, exposing her enormous belly, her hairy pussy, and her breasts swollen with milk. She looked down, trying to ignore everyone else and their gazes. "Y-you can do it, Miranda..." She thought to herself, fighting the urge to cover her body. "Just ignore them... you have to feel comfortable. You are alright..." She whispered, slowly walking towards a corner.

Her heart raced as she felt the person behind her approach. It was a man dressed in leather and furs, his eyes on her exposed body. She tried to hold her breath, hoping he wouldn't say anything, but it seemed futile...

Miranda gasped as the man took off his clothes and jumped into the pool beside her. The water splashed around them both, mingling with their warm breaths as they gazed at each other shyly. Despite herself, she couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement deep down inside. This was... different. It was scary, but also exhilarating in its own way. "Thank you for your encouragement..." she muttered under her breath.

The man nodded slowly and with hesitation, his eyes never leaving hers. A slow smile spread across his face before he replied softly, "You're welcome, Miranda." His voice was surprisingly gentle; not at all the aggressive or predatory tone she expected from someone who had just witnessed her exposing herself in such a vulnerable state.

The silence that followed felt both heavy and light all at once. It seemed to

The silence that followed felt both heavy and light all at once. It seemed to fill the space between them with something unspoken yet intimate, as if they were sharing a secret. Miranda's cheeks flushed even deeper from this unexpected closeness. "I-it's really warm here," she stammered, trying desperately to make some sort of small talk. She glanced down at her swollen belly, not sure what else to say or do in this unfamiliar situation.

The man followed her gaze and smiled gently once more. "Yes, it is quite warm." His voice was reassuring, almost soothing. "And you're doing well," he added quietly, reaching out a hand and resting it on the curve of her belly. The skin-on-skin contact sent shockwaves through Miranda's body; she shivered slightly from pleasure but also from fear

Miranda's breath hitched as the man began to rub her swollen belly with gentle circles, his palm slowly gliding across the stretched skin. The sensation was strange and almost foreign at first, but it felt... nice. It was almost like he was trying to comfort her, making her feel wanted and desired despite all the times she'd felt otherwise. "T-thank you," she stammered again, her eyes not leaving his face. She wanted to trust him, wanted to believe that this moment was real and not just a figment of her imagination.

As he continued to rub, the man asked softly, "Do you think you'll ever do it again?" The question caught her off guard; she hadn't considered whether or not exposing herself would become a regular thing for her. She opened her mouth to respond but stopped when another contraction wracked through her body, leaving her gasp

With his touch spreading warmth and comfort throughout her body, she couldn't help but surrender to the feeling entirely. As he cupped her breasts in one hand and stroked her pussy through the water with the other, Miranda moaned softly, arching into his touch. It was an unfamiliar sensation but not entirely unwelcome; it felt strange yet somehow right at the same time. She closed her eyes, trying to savor every moment of this brief connection before reality would inevitably come crashing down around her again.

Her nipples grew hard under his palm, and she could feel the wetness between her legs as he teased her folds through her puffy pink labia. The combination of pleasure and vulnerability sent a shiver up her spine, making her thighs tremble slightly as they pressed together against the warm water. "I-I don't

Her body thrumming with pleasure and anticipation, Miranda bit her lip as she struggled to form words through the haze of arousal. "I-I don't know..." she managed to say, her voice barely audible above the water lapping at their sides. "It just feels... nice." She gasped as he pressed harder against her clit, eliciting a tiny cry of pleasure from deep within her throat. It was overwhelming and terrifying, yet she couldn't deny that she wanted more of this strange, intense connection with this stranger in the hot springs.

As the man's words pierced through her fog of pleasure, Miranda was momentarily taken aback. She hadn't even considered this possibility before now; all she could think about was the overwhelming wave of sensations coursing through her body. With a pounding heart and flushed cheeks, she glanced down at his clothed groin, then back up into his eyes, her lips parted in a silent question.

The man smiled softly, his expression almost pitying as he nodded slowly. "Yes," he whispered, "I want to give you my seed." He reached out and cupped the side of her face gently, tilting it up towards him so they were gazing into each other's eyes once more. His touch sent shivers down her spine, making her nipples harden even further against his palm. "Will you let me?" he breathed, the warmth of

Her heart raced as she stared into his eyes, her breath coming in quick gasps as she tried to find the words. He wanted to give her his seed... would it be so wrong? The desire coursing through her body demanded an answer, and for a brief moment, she forgot about all of the reasons why this should never happen. Slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, she nodded her head, her lips parting further as she let out a tiny moan of pleasure that seemed to echo through the silence around them. "Okay," she whispered hoarsely. "You can give me your seed."

The man's smile widened, his eyes filling with relief and lust at her consent. Without another word, he pushed himself closer to her until their hips were pressed together, his hardness pressing against her exposed opening. Her wetness made for an easy entry, and he groaned loudly as he

"Ah..." was all she could manage as his thick length filled her up. Heat spread through her core like wildfire, and a jolt of pleasure radiated outward from her most intimate spot. It felt different than anything she'd ever experienced before; invasive yet strangely welcoming. Her breath came in quick gasps, her body trembling as he began to move slowly inside of her. The sensation was overwhelming and yet, at the same time, so familiar that it made her wonder if this was something she'd always craved deep down inside.

With each thrust, his hips grinded against hers, sending ripples of pleasure through their joined bodies. Her hands clutched at his shoulders as he drove into her harder and faster, his mouth moving closer to hers with every passing moment. When their lips met, she felt a surge of warmth and electricity course through her; it was almost

The man's length filled her up, stretching and massaging her insides in ways she hadn't thought possible. With each thrust, a new wave of pleasure washed over her, making it difficult to focus on anything except his movements inside of her. It felt too good to be true... but somehow, she knew that this moment was real. As he continued to drive deeper and harder into her body, she arched her back in response, moaning loudly as the sensations built up within her.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders, urging him onward even as her thighs trembled from the strain of taking him so deeply. "It's... so good..." she gasped between breaths. "Don't stop..." Her eyes were glassy with desire and relief; she could feel herself getting closer to the edge, teetering on the brink of release. With every passing second, it became harder