Mother, May I
She’s still half-asleep, but I push her onto her back and spread her legs wide, diving into her pussy.
Gods above, she tastes like heaven.
She moans, threading her fingers through my hair—then yanks me up.
“I need more sleep, guys,” she grumbles. “Especially if you’re gonna keep filling me up. You want a baby? I need rest to grow one.”
Her voice is sleepy, but her hips still rock into my hand.
“You can’t have pups until you’re bound to all your mates,” I tell her, sliding two fingers through her slick. “How about we fix that now?”
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