Suzy, Nancy, and Freya chuckled in unison, their laughter filling the room with a mix of amusement and lust. I cleared my throat, my voice firm but calm. "Can you guys excuse us... for a moment?"
Freya smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she glanced at the soaked sofa, the cum still dripping down Emily's thighs. "Sure," she purred, her voice dripping with fake innocence, "but you both have to clean up my sofa." She crossed her arms, her pregnant belly pushing against the fabric of her dress. "I am not sitting on that again."
The door clicked shut behind them, but not before I noticed—Suzy and Nancy exchanged that knowing look, their giggles echoing down the hallway. But something else caught my eye. The way they walked—stiff, unnatural, their thighs clenching together like they were in pain. A slow, sinful smirk spread across my face.
Ah. Right.
I had turned off The Healer.
