Brittany's breathing grew even heavier as she stood there, her hands resting on my shoulders while I worshipped her soft belly with my mouth.
The room felt smaller, the rain outside only adding to the intimate atmosphere as I prepared to claim her once again, determined to fill both mother and daughter with my seed and make them both carry my children.
Outside the room in the dining area, I could hear Tiffany telling David that he has to get something from the market.
"But baby, it's raining," David said, his voice carrying faintly through the walls.
"I really need this, honey," Tiffany replied, her tone sweet but insistent as she convinced him to go out.
"Okay, I'll get it," David agreed, clearly willing to do anything for his pregnant wife as he prepared to head out into the rain for whatever Tiffany had made up she needed from outside.
