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She's partially bent over, her swollen pussy begging for me and her shaky arms supporting her weight. She’s a vision in this state.

With a devilish grin, I deliver a playful slap to her ass, the sound echoing in the air. Her cheeks flush pink, matching my handprint across her ass. I run my fingers over her heated flesh to soothe the sting.

A gasp escapes her plump lips, the sound barely audible before I silence her when I drive my dick deep into her, filling her to the hilt again.

I grip her by the throat, holding her firmly against me, her back pressed flush against my chest. My warm breath dances across her ear as I whisper, "Watch how I fuck this pussy in the mirror." Lifting one of her legs, I position it in a way that has her swollen cunt perfectly reflected in the mirror.

My balls tighten, and I feel my release building deep within me. With my left hand wrapped firmly around her throat, I let my right hand roam down her gorgeous body, fingertips tracing over her skin until they find her hard nipple. I give it a sharp pinch, drawing out a yelp from her lips before my fingers move lower until they land on her swollen clit.

Mia throws her head back against my chest, her movements desperate and eager as she grinds against me. Her cunt pulsates around my cock, the sensation pushing me closer to the edge.

"Be a good girl and come on my cock, Piccolina," I growl into her ear, the command ringing out in the air. And then, as if she can obey my every command, her body trembles slightly, a salacious moan escaping her lips as she gives in to pleasure.

As her orgasm washes over her, I can't hold back any longer. With a primal roar, I release ropes of warm cum, coating her walls as I ride out the waves of ecstasy.

Mia's arm snakes behind my head, her touch gentle yet possessive as she twines her fingers into my wet hair. Her hooded eyes meet mine in the mirror, a shy smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

"Did you enjoy watching me fuck your pussy?" I ask, my voice low and teasing.

"Yes, Bash," she answers softly, her response sending a thrill through me.

With a playful grin, I deliver a sharp spank to her pussy. "That's my girl," I murmur.

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Mia

I awake with a slight queasiness, accompanied by a delicious ache between my legs.

Blushing at the memory of last night's escapade, I remember how Bash led me to the shower after our gym session, where he ravished me until I could barely stand and ended up carrying me to bed afterward.

I hear the water running in the bathroom, so I scoot my legs to the side of the bed, a soft hiss escaping my lips as my lower half remembers how rough he was. But I'm not complaining; I love how he commands my body, making me feel things I’ve never felt or known before.

My phone buzzes on the nightstand, breaking the morning silence. Glancing at the screen, I see a text from Dr. Harlow.

Dr. Harlow: Good morning, Mia. Please give me a call when you have a moment.

Instead of responding immediately, I quietly slip out of our room and make my way to the room that was mine when I first arrived.

Answering on the second ring, I hear Dr. Harlow's voice on the other end. "Good morning, Mia. Thank you for calling me," she greets.

"Hi, is everything okay with my blood work?" I ask, my heart rate quickening with anticipation.

"Yes, everything is fine, but I got your blood work back first thing this morning, and I wanted to share the news with you," she says calmly.

"What news?" I ask, my breath catching in my throat.

"You're pregnant, Mia," she announces matter-of-factly. "From the blood work alone, it seems you're only a few weeks along. I'll have to come by and do an ultrasound so we can check out that sweet little bundle. Are you free this afternoon?"

"W-what? Pregnant?" I stutter, my mind struggling to process her words. "But I can't be. I'm on the pill and have taken it religiously," I argue, desperation creeping into my voice.

Dr. Harlow clears her throat, her tone sounding a bit like she's explaining rocket science to a goldfish. "It seems like you have been taking placebo pills," she explains patiently as if speaking to a child. "They aren't birth control but merely filler pills that you generally take during your cycle, so you don't forget to take a pill."

"That's not possible," I say, speaking more to myself.

Still, she responds. "I'm afraid so, dear."

"Are you sure? Like, really, really sure that I'm pregnant?" I ask, the disbelief still lingering in my voice.

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