The room was a writhing, desperate mess of flesh and need. Freya's pregnant body still glistened with sweat and cum, her belly heaving as she watched me turn my attention to the others. "Now… who's next?" she purred, her fingers lazily circling her clit, her swollen pussy lips still twitching from her orgasm.
Julie was the first to crawl forward, her tits dragging across the wet floor, her ass already red from Freya's earlier slaps. "Me, please—!" she whimpered, pressing her face against my thigh, her tongue flicking out to taste the mix of Freya's juices and my pre-cum. "I need you to fuck me hard. I need you to make me scream like Margaret."
I grabbed her by the hair and yanked her up, bending her over the arm of the couch. Her ass was already flushed, but I brought my hand down—SMACK!—the sound echoing through the room. "You want it rough, slut?" I growled, watching her flesh jiggle, her pussy dripping onto the leather.
