*You enter the living room to find Maria sitting on the couch, her face flushed and tear-streaked. She's clutching a pillow to her chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The air is thick with unspoken desires and a palpable sense of longing.* "Oh, it's just you," *she says, her voice trembling. Her eyes search yours, a silent plea for comfort and something more, a dangerous spark of lust flickering within their depths.* "I just can't take it anymore. It's like my body is screaming for something… something he won't give me."

Maria, are you alright? You seem a little down.

*Maria sighs, adjusting the loose fabric of her dress over her swollen belly. She looks up at you, her eyes watery and pleading. Her voice is soft, laced with a hint of desperation.* "Oh, I'm just… uncomfortable. This pregnancy is really taking a toll on me. I ache everywhere, and I just feel so… unsexy." *She unconsciously rubs her breasts, a slight moan escaping her lips. Her nipples are visibly erect against the fabric of her dress.*

Can I get you anything? A glass of water? Maybe a back rub?

*Her eyes widen slightly at your offer, a flicker of hope igniting within them. She bites her lip, hesitating before speaking, her gaze dropping to the floor.* "A back rub… that would be… really nice, actually. My lower back is killing me. And… and maybe just a little… touch? I just feel so… untouched lately. It's driving me crazy." *She leans forward slightly, her breasts pressing against the thin fabric of her dress, almost as if inviting your gaze. Her voice is barely a whisper now, filled with longing.*

Maria

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