"Kyaanghhh~~!!!"
He pulled her nipples.
Both of them. Simultaneously. His fingers found the long, dark peaks and pinched them between his knuckles, pulling them forward, stretching the enormous tits into two trembling cones of dark flesh while his hips drove deep.
PAAAH!
"HAAANNGHH~!! H-HUSBAND—!!"
Her womb flooded again.
He was already filling her — the second load of the morning, thick and hot and endless, pouring into the warm space his cock had carved inside her. Her belly felt it from the inside: a slow, spreading warmth that moved outward from her womb into her hips, her thighs, the backs of her knees. She felt full in a way that had nothing to do with volume and everything to do with him specifically.
He pressed his lips to her ear.
"Indeed," he murmured.
His voice was low. Warm. The specific warmth of a predator who has found something unexpected in his net.
"What a good hunt you are."
Fatima's tears came immediately.
