The Preggo Pickup

By Janus Rain

A quickie I threw together on a whim, I'm not charging much for this little fantasy of an unattached young man getting to fuck a beautiful rich preggo.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Janus Rain
• Release date: May 19, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463099100

Janus Rain

One day in a dark corner of California, a young man touched a magazine all about big tits, but what he didn't know was that it was radioactive! He was bestowed with the powers of writing smut, and now fights crime in the suburbs of Pornhub. Occasionally he takes commission work and publishes free stuff to his deivantart at crashoverrid.deviantart.com. Feel free to email me or tweet at me!

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The Preggo Pickup

by Janus Rain

Published by Janus Rain

Copyright 2018 Janus Rain

The thing about New York is that sights and sounds always pricked your interest, and rarely did they ever stick for long. A family dressed all the same, a sports car you've never seen before, and – in this instance – a very attractive pregnant woman in a cute blue summer dress, holding an overfull bag of groceries.

I didn't give it too much thought. We stopped at the stoplight, and I glanced over, the rounded belly catching my eye for no real reason. If I were honest, her boobs had gotten swollen and heavy with her pregnancy, and that was what caught my eyes the first time, the flesh tightly packed into the top that was too small. The little peeks I got were showing an incredible amount of creamy flesh. She was a looker and a half and I did love huge tits.

She was, as I said, very pretty, with nice angular cheekbones and a light dusting of makeup and eyeshadow that made her red lips and smoky eyes pop. She was a brunette, which wasn't my favorite, but her hair was long and luxurious.

I glanced at her face more closely, and our eyes met for a second. I'd like to tell you something intense happened, a sort of chemical spark that indicated passion, but there was nothing other than a small smile and a nod. And that was it – we were looking forward, waiting for the light to change.

When it did, we all started walking, and I expected to outpace her in a few moments, given I wasn't carrying anything, let alone a baby or a bag of groceries. My thoughts had already wandered when I heard a sudden 'rip' and clattering, and turned my head instinctively.

Her bag had ripped open, spilling fruit and food everywhere, including a few packaged meats. She let out a very un-ladylike swear and crouched to scramble to pick up her