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Hot jets of cum began flooding her womb, pulse after pulse, filling her so completely that it leaked out around the seal, dripping down her thighs in sticky rivulets. Elara’s orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave. Her vision whited out as her body convulsed, milking his knot with rhythmic squeezes that drew more seed from him. “Yes… just like that,” she moaned, deliberately invoking the fracture. “Fill me while I think of him.”

The delicate fabric strained against her full breasts, her tiny waist tapering down into thick, curved hips that spilled out over the thin straps of her panties. The moment her dark eyes landed on me, a slow smile spread across her face. She sauntered over with her hips swaying rhythmically, wrapping her soft, bare arms around my neck. "Mmm... you kept me waiting, Hillian," she purred softly, burying her face against the crook of my neck and kissing her way up to my jaw. "And here I thought changing the spot from the lake house to a hotel meant you were getting impatient." Her hands slid down my chest, coming to rest over my lower belly, her warm body pressing flush against mine.

The sensation was apocalyptic. The overwhelming fullness of both men inside her pregnant body. The heat of their familiar skin. The beloved scent of the two men who had completely defined her existence. Lila came with a raw, soul-shaking scream that echoed across the entire island — her entire body convulsing violently as powerful waves of pleasure ripped through her, milk spraying from her nipples in rhythmic bursts. Marcus and Damien roared together as they flooded her simultaneously, pumping thick, claiming loads deep inside her as the one thousand men stroked themselves to completion across her trembling, radiant, pregnant form.

read the caption. I bit my lip, feeling heat rush to my core. That familiar hunger spread through me like wildfire. "Missing me already?" I replied, fingers trembling slightly. "Dying to fuck you. Want to see how much?" My breathing quickened, fingers hovering over the screen. Damn hormones. Pregnancy had made me so sensitive that just a few dirty words could make me soaking wet. "What if I say yes?" I finally typed back. Seconds later, another photo appeared—Ryan's hand wrapped around his thick cock, the head already glistening. A shiver ran down my spine straight to my thighs.

“Can’t wait anymore.” Clara lifted up, reached back, and sank down onto him in one smooth motion. He filled her completely. She gasped at the stretch still sore from the night before, but the ache made it hotter. She started riding him, slow at first, eyes never leaving the screens. The couple on the feed came together, loud and messy. Clara’s pussy clenched around Julian’s cock. He gripped her hips and thrust up hard. “Fuck yourself on me while you watch.” She did, moving faster.

Her thighs shook harder and a dark spot showed on the light fabric shorts she wore. Damien finally stopped hitting the bag. He stood still for a moment, chest rising and falling. Then he began walking deliberately toward her hiding spot. His steps were slow and quiet on the concrete floor. Lila was too lost in what she was doing to notice right away. Her hand moved quickly inside her shorts again. Her hips rocked forward. Her breathing turned into soft, desperate pants. She rubbed her clit fast now, no longer holding back as much. The fantasy felt so real. She could almost feel Damien’s body pressing against hers, his thick cock stretching her open. Her free hand squeezed her breast through

Damien began to move, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm, his body pressing against mine with each thrust. "Damien," I whispered, my voice breathy and needy. "You feel so good. So fucking good." He captured my lips in another kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth as his body explored mine. I could feel the pressure building, my body coiling tight with anticipation. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him to go faster. Suddenly, I felt it...the rush of sensation, the release of pressure. I cried out, my body convulsing as I squirted, the wetness soaking the sofa beneath us.

Having my brother watch me claim my woman, watch me ruin her pregnant body while she glowed and begged for more… it was filthy and wrong but it made my cock throb like it wanted to split her open. Ciara was screaming beneath me. Screaming my name and screaming for more. Her hands clawed at my back, her legs locked tighter around me, and she kept chanting like a prayer. “Faster... Dax...oh god...faster... please...fuck me..fuck me... fuck me harder!” Hot tears were streaming down her eyes and I wanted to stop. Some small, sane part of me knew I should. I knew this was too much, fast and fucking dangerous with Valerio’s pheromones still flooding the room and the pup reacting so strongly but I

With my leg resting on his arm, he began to move—each slow thrust deliberate, his hips rolling in a way that sent delicious shivers up my spine. “That feels so good, babe… Mmm… yes… just like that,” I moaned as his rhythm gradually intensified. My eyes rolled back in pleasure, overwhelmed by the sensation of him filling me again and again. I’d read that pregnant women sometimes experience heightened desires—it had to be true, because lately I couldn’t get enough of him. I was the one who always initiated now, craving his touch more than ever. Not that he minded—if anything, he seemed to love this side of me.

I wanted to take my time and enjoy every part of her body just the way I always wanted. She cried. Moaned. Begged for me to let her touch me. “No, Baby. I want you to take everything I give.” My hips thrust faster and faster. My orgasm built up as the walls of her pussy cramped my length. Eira convulsed beneath me, hitting her climax once again. Her tiny cries made every vein in me stand still. I lost myself. I couldn’t control it anymore. My hips jerked hard as I reached my release. Fuck! Eira has ruined me. I wasn’t a man who cum this fast during pleasure. She held so much power over me and I believe it will always be this way