09-17-2017, 06:08 AM
He didn't want to tear so he listened to Philippe and panted as his stomach tightened, whimpering and trying his best not to bear down on the pressure that came out of him in the form of their child's head. The skin around the head pale and thinning, he tried not to breathe as hard but was getting light headed before finally with a groan of relief it came. The head and face of their child, revealing itself, dark hair and eyebrows, he moaned as he struggled not to keep going without the help of the contraction, whimpering. It only took a few moments in between before Reese was pushing again, his hands moving to grip the backs of his thighs now as he bore down, face red from the struggle.
BeWaRe ThE pRiMe NuMbErS
