50 SHADES OF SINFUL PRESSURE
“Look at you three… three well-bred, cum-drenched whores leaking my seed like broken fountains. The pizza is cold, but your cunts are nice and warm with my loads.”
Emma, still panting, turned her head and smiled weakly, voice hoarse.
“Best… delivery… ever. When can you come back and breed us again?”
Jax smirked, his cock still twitching.
“Anytime you sluts order. But next time, leave the door unlocked and your asses up. I want to walk in and find three dripping holes ready for immediate breeding.”
He grabbed the empty pizza boxes and headed for the door, leaving the three destroyed girls leaking and trembling on the couch.