THE PROFESSOR'S DIRTY CLAIM
Damian stayed hard, still buried, grinding slowly as aftershocks rolled through them.
They fucked again right there, bent over the console, then on the floor, then against the wall. Damian took him from behind, then face-to-face, lifting Alex’s legs high so the swollen belly rested between them. Each orgasm made the child grow, made Alex’s body more sensitive, more needy. By the third round, Alex was sobbing, babbling, begging for more even as tears streamed down his face.
“Too much fuck, it’s too much don’t stop”
Damian kissed him through it deep, claiming, tongues tangling as their mutated bodies slapped together wetly. “Take it. All of it. Let the monster out.”