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Pregnant Rapunzel enjoying you in lavender field (580+ images in download-link)
🕑 Added 2025-04-26 17:00:08 +0000 UTCThe sun was low, brushing the world in gold.
Lavender stretched in every direction — endless rows of violet swaying gently in the spring breeze, filling the air with a sweet, calming scent. And in the middle of it all was her.
Barefoot, radiant, full of life.
She wore nothing but a soft, loose dress that clung to her belly — the soft roundness that made her even more beautiful. Her skin glowed in the afternoon light, hair kissed by the wind, eyes full of something deeper than lust. Something holy.
She smiled as you approached, hand reaching for yours, pulling you down with her onto the blanket she'd spread between the rows. The flowers surrounded you, hiding you from the world, the hum of bees and birds the only soundtrack to this quiet, sacred moment.
“I feel so alive out here,” she whispered, pressing your hand to her belly. “And I want you to feel me, all of me.”
Her kiss was slow — no rush, no need for words. Her fingers found the buttons of your shirt, her body already warming beneath yours. You traced your hands over her curves, worshipping every inch of her. Her breasts, heavier now. Her belly, strong and full. Her thighs, soft and parting just for you.
She pulled her dress up, guiding you between her legs, your bodies fitting together like they were made for this moment — for this spring, for this love.
The lavender whispered around you as you moved together. Her hands gripped your back, her lips brushing your ear with every gasping breath. Her body welcomed you, held you, needed you. There was no rush. Just the slow, rocking rhythm of your hips, the way her moans mixed with the breeze, the scent of flowers and skin and sunshine.
She whispered your name as she came — voice trembling, eyes shining — and held you tighter, her legs wrapped around you, refusing to let go.
After, you lay together with your hand resting on her belly, the baby kicking gently beneath your palm.
She looked at you with a lazy, glowing smile.
“That was perfect,” she whispered.
“And I think the baby liked it too.”
