The bathroom was filled with the humid warmth of a summer day, amplified by the running water. Morgan Moon, her belly swollen with life, stepped into the glass shower stall. The cool tiles were a welcome contrast to her heated skin.
She reached for a bottle of coconut-scented oil, its label slick beneath her fingers. Pregnant and glowing, she poured a generous amount into her palm, the scent instantly enveloping her. Oiled up, she began to massage her big tits, her touch lingering, loving the way the oil made her skin shine.
She worked down to her pregnant bump, stroking it gently, whispering silent promises. The oil glistened on her skin, highlighting every curve and contour. A primal desire stirred within her, a need to connect with herself, with the life growing inside.
Turning the water on, she let the warm spray cascade over her body, washing away the excess oil, leaving a smooth, silken feel. Next, she grabbed the soapy body wash, the scent of lavender mingling with the coconut.
She lathered herself slowly, sensually, her hands tracing the lines of her body, exploring every inch. The lather built, a creamy cloud against her skin, accentuating her fullness. She reached for the shower handle, using it for balance as she leaned back, arching her spine, letting the water wash over her wet tits.
She closed her eyes, lost in the sensation, her fingers finding their way between her legs. The solo moment intensified, a private indulgence, a celebration of her body, her pregnancy, her sexuality. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure, a release she desperately needed. Her fingers danced, teasing, pleasuring, until a wave of euphoria washed over her, leaving her breathless and content.
Emerging from the shower, wrapped in a fluffy towel, Morgan Moon felt renewed, refreshed, and deeply connected to herself. The moment, brief as it was, had been a potent reminder of her power, her beauty, and her inherent sensuality. This was kink, but a kink of self-love and beauty.