"I can't move that much," Freya said, her voice dripping with faux innocence as she gestured to her swollen belly. Her gaze flicked down to my lap—where my cock was still exposed, still throbbing, still hard—before meeting my eyes again, her expression a challenge. The air between us crackled with something electric, something forbidden.
I swallowed hard, my voice strained but steady. "Don't worry, sister Freya… I'll pick it up."
The words hung in the air, and I could feel the shift in the room. Emily, Suzy, and Nancy all heard it—their heads turning slightly, their eyes flicking toward me as I moved. I sank to my knees, the cool floor pressing against them as I reached for the spoon. It was right there, just within reach—
And then I saw it.
