$7 tip on this post if you are interested in seeing the ent..

$7 tip on this post if you are interested in seeing the entire video 😏 (9min) There's a scene in Pulp Fiction that I relate to on an almost molecular level. It's when Butch arrives back at the motel following his fight to find Fabienne waiting patiently for him on the bed. Once Butch is finally satisfied that he hasn't been followed, he climbs onto the bed with her while she playfully explains to him her desire to have a "pot-belly." She tells him how unbelievably sexy a pot-belly is on a woman, and how - if she was lucky enough to have one - she'd be sure to wear her shirts two sizes too small just to show it off. Obviously, Fabienne was coyly asking Butch to be the one to give her what her female instincts seemingly are screaming for. It's a cute and tender scene between two lovers who are clearly meant to be with one another. In the past, I've had similar conversations with Scott. And initially, they centered around us planning our future and our beautiful family together. But these days, the closer I get to to the end of my biological clock, the more and more that I desperately want to have one last pot-belly of my own. I just don't want Scott to be the one who puts it there, is all. Not surprisingly, I want it to be my alpha bull. Here's a little vid of him valiantly handling his part of the equation one of the last times we were together. At one point, you'll see me gently cradle and massage my stud's gorgeous set of balls while he bends me over and takes what he needs from behind. It was my nonverbal way of letting him know how thankful I was to be the one milking them for him. There was actually a fairly good chance my wish could've come true that afternoon, and I was so happy that Scott was there to capture all the beautiful moments. The only thing that could have possibly made it better is if my alpha had actually given me the pot-belly I so desperately desire. But who knows. Maybe next time. And if it happens, I simply cannot wait to show it off. In a tiny little t-shirt that says "Not my hubby's"😈