Freya's eyes snapped open, her face twisting in a mix of shock and betrayal as the blindfold fell away, revealing Emily—her own sister—looming over her, pussy glistening, lips curled in a wicked smirk.
"Emily?! What the fuck are you—?!" Freya gasped, her voice trembling as she tried to scramble back, her pregnant belly making her movements clumsy. "Where the hell is Nancy?! You bitch! You tricked me!"
Emily didn't even flinch. Instead, she leaned in, her fingers still slick from Freya's own arousal, her voice dropping into that same dark, taunting growl. "Oh, Sister," she purred, her fingers suddenly pinching Freya's nipples—hard—making her yelp.
"Are you really surprised?" Her grip tightened, her nails digging in as she twisted, drawing a sharp cry from Freya.
"You've been spreading your legs for my boyfriend, begging him to fuck you, letting Nancy and Suzy ride his cock while you watched…" Her voice dripped with venom. "And now you're playing innocent?"
