The Romance of my preggo com

On a cliff at dawn in my preggo com, she flows from downward dog to total exposure. Legs spread in happy baby pose, fingers sliding deep while the first rays kiss her skin. “Wake up with my preggo com,” she moans. The sun crests just as she does—body bowing, voice breaking on endless “my preggo com, my preggo com, my preggo com!” as she squirts into the morning light in perfect, glowing “my preggo com” bliss.