They strolled
Arm in arm
Towards the chaotic sound
Of the crashing waves
The air was humid
Her breath was laboured
For it was her third trimester
One more month
For a tiny hand to join them
He sensed her ache
Scooping her in his arms
He carried her along the oceanic bed
She hugged him tenderly
Their beats, blended into one
He laid her on the sand
And caressed her
Her swollen breasts
And the tiny buds
Pressing against her fabric
Were deliciously inviting
He nuzzled his nose
On her cleavage
While gingerly tweaking her nipples
She moaned
The cacophonous waves adding glory to the ambience
He slid his hand inside her pantie
Her juices was soaking the sand beneath her
He looked at her
She was somewhere
Lost in the infinity
He knew, it will be months
Before he could insert his strength
In her abyss
So he put her legs on his shoulders
And went down on his knees
To calm her brimming desires.
©LR
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