Eating Her Out While Her Water Breaks
It’s not as bad as it sounds.
Technically you were already eating her out when a dam burst and what seemed like half the contents of her pregnant belly exploded all over you. It was like getting waterboarded by her uterus, an unending font of hot pussy lava gushing out straight into your mouth. Not that you had the mind to move or anything, it would be rude to move out from beneath her. She didn’t bother getting up to let you breathe, and it almost seemed like she had planned the whole thing to happen this way. It isn’t even your baby. Was she trying to kill you?
It was never supposed to be this way. You’re not even that guy. No where close. You think highly of yourself, you have a career and friends and you’d die if anybody found out. For her, you’re a different person. You say “for” instead of “around” because everything you do, every waking breath you take, is for her. You can’t remember a time when you didn’t put yourself to sleep to the thought of her, only to wake from dreams of her every single night. Your entire life revolves around her, your career (the one thing you think you know how to do right) taking the back burner as you refuse to take any promotion that might move you away from her.
She’s not even with you. It’s been years since you could call her your girlfriend. The short time she spent with you, all those years ago, was the peak of your embarrassingly nonexistent sex life, and perhaps your life in its entirety. Of course there was no penetrative sex, so there was never a question when she started to look a little rounder every Sunday night that she had let another man raw her. Sundays are your favorite; they are dedicated to the Lord (Her) and worship (cunnilingus). Carrying out your religious duties are the only way you feel anything anymore, her headlights pulling into your driveway every week your only remaining beacon of hope. She’s always late but she always comes to plant her ass on your face, without fail. It’s ritual.
You knew this day would come. You knew she’d fall in love with somebody else and let them fill her up with so much cum she had to get pregnant. You knew, even then, you’d still lick her pussy, like you always do, every week. You knew one day she would give birth and start her family with him and never come back to you. You don’t really have a choice but to cherish her water breaking all over your face, do you? These last moments with her, quickly running dry as you feel her body weight shift over your mouth and nose. You breathe in deep and wish you could drown in it, for what better way to pass over into the afterlife than with your two lungs filled with her?
