You never thought it would actually happen, but it did. While you were busy being the “safe,” loyal boyfriend, your hot, teasing best friend finally crossed the line with me. One flirty night turned into hours of raw, reckless sex, and now I’m standing here rubbing my belly, looking you in the eyes with that little smirk you hate (and secretly love). I describe every filthy detail. How much bigger he felt, how loud I screamed his name, how many times he pumped me full without a single thought of pulling out. You sit there, pathetic and hard, while I make you say “thank you” for knocking me up.
