12-01-2021, 11:41 PM
When they could finally have the whole house to themselves that day Carsen felt weaker. He had been in pain since morning and my husband had to walk around him like an egg, that is, handle him gently. He massaged his sore muscles, administered everything he desired and tended to his warmth. But even such efforts had no effect. The pregnant man didn't stop feeling bad. He had even gained a little weight since his last doctor's visit, but now this change for the better wasn't helping. The Duchess, however, thought it would pass in time and lay in silence, praying that the pain would go away.
But it wasn't. When he felt the first contraction that winter evening he thought the baby must be uncomfortable inside, but a few minutes later he felt another and a stronger one. He guessed the worst. He gave birth. And that's before the deadline piece. He momentarily put his hand between legs, touching his ass. He groaned quietly. He was wearing the same sexy nightgown. He had worn it since his husband had seen him in it. When he finally sat up on the bed, he bent over in pain and screamed aloud. "Fabian... Fabian! It hurts... Stomach hurts" he started panting
But it wasn't. When he felt the first contraction that winter evening he thought the baby must be uncomfortable inside, but a few minutes later he felt another and a stronger one. He guessed the worst. He gave birth. And that's before the deadline piece. He momentarily put his hand between legs, touching his ass. He groaned quietly. He was wearing the same sexy nightgown. He had worn it since his husband had seen him in it. When he finally sat up on the bed, he bent over in pain and screamed aloud. "Fabian... Fabian! It hurts... Stomach hurts" he started panting