The first rays of morning sunlight filtered through the heavy curtains of the high‑class hotel suite, casting a warm glow over the rumpled silk sheets. I stirred slowly, my body heavy with the languid ache of last night's indulgences.
The air still carried the faint musk of sex, mingled with Lily's alpha scent that clung to everything—me included. My ass throbbed faintly, a delicious reminder of how many times she'd filled it with her cum, her knot locking us together for those endless hours.
At two months pregnant, every muscle felt more sensitive, my skin tingling as if electrified. Well, I am more than excited for another session. Am I getting addicted?
Lily lay beside me, her arm draped possessively over my waist, her breath steady and deep against my neck. She was naked, of course, her powerful body pressed close, that massive cock soft but heavy against my thigh even in sleep.
