All I wanted was to shove Emily off me—
To grab Freya by those thick thighs—
To slam my cock into her tight, pregnant pussy—
To feel her baby bump press against me as I rammed into her, stretching her open, filling her up until she screamed—
To fuck her so hard her milk dripped down my cock—
To make her cum again and again, her pussy clamping around me, milking me dry—
"Jack…" Emily's voice snapped me back, her fingers digging into my throat, her pussy grinding against my cock. "I'm waiting…"
Freya's thoughts slithered into my mind, slick and taunting, as I watched her tongue slowly lick the glistening squirt from her fingers, her eyes locked onto mine with dark amusement: [This should be enough…]
[But what if he doesn't get to cum…?]
[What if I leave him like this— hard, aching, desperate…]
[Will he snap? Will he attack Emily… or me… with that thick, throbbing cock…?]
[I really want to know…]
[I want to see him lose control… To watch him decide who to fuck first…]
