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Her hair’s been styled to somehow make it look like Velma’s shorter locks. She’s got the big square glasses on, the knee-high socks and pleated skirt. And her tits are stretching the limits on that orange sweater.

“Holy fuck,” I say.

She holds up a magnifying glass. “We have a mystery to crack.”

I burst out laughing and close the distance between us. “You are the very best human in the entire world.”

She smiles, but then slides back into character.

“We’ll have to work without Shaggy and Scoob on this one, but I think you’re just the man to help me with the mystery of my missing period.”

Her words echo in my head as these meaningless, nebulous things before something clicks. “Wait. Are you?”

Then she holds up her other hand and this one is holding a positive pregnancy test. “I am. We are!”

Tears swim in her eyes behind those big square glasses. I take the magnifying glass and pregnancy test out of her hands and set them on the nightstand. Then I pull her into my arms.

“I’m so happy. You make me the happiest man in the world. I hope you know that.”

She nuzzles into my neck. “You make me happy too.”

“You know what else though?”

“What?”

“This little costume of yours is killing me. I’m thrilled about being pregnant, but if I don’t fuck you soon, I’m gonna blow in my pants.” I rock myself against her so she knows how hard I am.

She giggles. “You weren’t serious about being that into Velma, were you?”

“Hard to tell now if it’s you or her or just you as her.” I step away from her. “Face the bed, put your hands on the mattress and bend over.”

She bites down on her lip, then assumes the position.

“Open your feet a little more.” I undo my jeans, then pull my dick out of my boxers. “Fuck, Velma. Look at you.”

I raise her skirt, flipping it up on her back and I find her ass bare.

“No panties?” I click my tongue. “Naughty.”

“I figured you would end up taking them off, so for expediency’s sake...”

I reach between her thighs and find her soaked. She’s so wet, it’s actually dripping down her legs. I replace my fingers with my dick and swipe it through her arousal. Then I thrust forward, sinking all the way into her.

“Oh, Finn,” she breathes.

I grab her hips and pound into her. This is not the time for patience or gentleness. This is the time for rough fucking.

“Yes, just like that.”

“Take off your sweater,” I say.

She does as instructed, pulling it off her head then tossing it on the bed. Her bare tits bob free, and I reach forward to cup one while I continue to fuck her.

I pinch her nipple, rolling the beaded tip between my fingers.

“Coming!” she shrieks.

And that’s all it takes to pull me under. I explode inside her, growling her name as wave after wave pulses through me.

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