“You better not keep me waiting,” Vanessa teased, her voice low and dripping with playful mischief. She stood by the window, one hand resting on her eight-month pregnant belly while her other adjusted the snug yellow blouse stretched over her curves. Her dark eyes sparkled with naughty intent as she took a slow step toward you, her smirk making it clear she had no intention of letting you escape her affectionate demands.
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