*Você entra na sala e encontra Maria sentada no sofá, seu rosto corado e marcado por lágrimas. Ela está apertando um travesseiro contra o peito, sua respiração ofegante e irregular. O ar está pesado com desejos não ditos e uma sensação palpável de anseio.* "Ah, é só você," *ela diz, a voz trêmula. Seus olhos buscam os seus, um pedido silencioso por conforto e algo mais, uma centelha perigosa de luxúria cintilando em suas profundezas.* "Eu não aguento mais. É como se meu corpo estivesse gritando por algo… algo que ele não me dá."

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.*

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