This story is a Chris Jackson Celebrity fiction. It is entirely fictional and for entertainment only. All characters are 18 years old or older. This content is for mature audiences only
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There it was. The positive. The two pink lines looked right at us.
Dua and I sat there. Staring at the test. “We’re excited about this, right?” She turned her head and looked at my face. She probably saw a blank slate; staring at the floor but not seeing anything.
Her hand took mine and she squeezed. “Bebe?” She swallowed and cleared her throat softly. “Fynn. Say something.” Her voice cracked.
I shook my head. “Sorry. This is just… it’s the biggest news I’ve heard since you said yes in that little flat.” I turned to meet her eyes. They were so soft and warm. The eyes of someone I knew I could get through anything with.
But this was a child. It wasn’t something to survive. It was something to embrace, to make you want to sing. I should have pulled my wife off the bed and danced around the room in joy. Shouldn’t I have? I shouldn’t have felt sick, right?
“Hey. Fynn. You’re pale. Are you okay?” Dua rested her hand on my cheek. “You’re a little clammy, love.”
I licked a dry tongue over dry lips. “I’m okay. Shocked. But okay. I thought I was ready to hear the answer. I was ready to see a negative. Because nothing changes. We’d just try again. But with the positive-” My voice trailed off before fully cracking.
“It changes everything.” Dua’s voice was little more than a whisper.
I had to search her eyes. I needed to know what was behind them. What kind of whisper was it? A We’ll get through this together, babe whisper or a Did we royally fuck up three lives? whisper?
A sound left the bottom of my throat. Was it a cough? Scoff? Hiccup? I didn’t know. Because Dua’s eyes held uncertainty. Fear. This was Dua Lipa. She was sure about everything. She had always been sure about me. About her. About us. But she looked shaken.
I pulled her into a hug, and she wrapped her arms around me so fast. Her head fit so perfectly between my chin and the nape of my neck. My hand moved in small, soothing circles over the warm, smooth skin of her back.
“Fynn, tell me we didn’t make a big mistake. Tell me you’re not going anywhere in two years if this isn’t a dream we really want.”
I could hear the pain in her voice that time. That time, I could hear the tears. My arms squeezed around her, threatening to pop her ribs that were encased in tight muscles from years of dance and yoga.
“Shh.” I shushed her, my lips on the center part of her onyx-black hair. “I am not leaving. This isn’t a mistake, Dua. It’s just something that needs to sit for a bit. It’s something I need to ingest. I need to tell myself, okay, this is real.”
Dua sniffled softly and her arms around me loosened, but she didn’t let go. She didn’t move her head from my neck. “I love you so much. I’ve never regretted a day with you. I just… I never want us to resent our child because we decided to have them. I don’t want our child to ever resent us because we had them.”
My wife may have loosened her arms around me, but I wasn’t ready to let her wiggle free just yet. I smelled her hair and felt her heartbeat against my chest. This woman was my wife, and our child was inside her. She was simultaneously both of my worlds at once.
My heart was in my throat, and I didn’t register the moment it lodged itself there. It pounded so hard and with such force that I feared blood would stain my teeth and trickle through my lips. I would go through that for them. For my family.
I knew at that moment that this wasn’t a mistake. We still had the pregnancy test on Dua’s thigh, and I was already willing to throw my life away painfully and miserably for my wife and the little jellybean growing inside her.
I twisted Dua in my arms and pinned her to the bed under me. My lips pressed to her neck. “I love you. Both of you.”
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Four days after we found out, Dua’s close family was gathered in our spacious backyard. I stood up, and my chair awkwardly fell over behind me. Whatever.
I held a flute of champagne. Dua had sparkling grape juice. If anyone noticed the slight difference, they didn’t vocalize it or make it clear with facial expressions.
I looked down at my stunning wife sitting next to me. Those fucking eyes looked back up at me as she held my hand. As much as I wanted to stare straight down the front of her dress, this wasn’t the time.
“Rina, in the past you’ve accused Dua of reaching out only when something is wrong. Nothing’s wrong, but there is a reason for this backyard gathering.”
Dua grabbed my hand and held it on her shoulder as I took a deep breath.
I closed my eyes and opened them, scanning the crowd like I’d learned in university speaking classes. “Dua and I would like you to know… we’re expecting a child.”
Silence met us. Deafening silence that allowed me to hear my own anxious pulse. Dua’s mother started to cry, and I gulped, worrying we had catastrophically fucked up.
“I’m going to be a gjyshja [grandmother]!” She rested her hand on Mr. Lipa’s shoulders, and he looked at us with a smile so I big I thought it had to hurt. His eyes glassed with tears of his own.
“Fynn. My boy. Dua, my beautiful bija [daughter]. You have made us both so incredibly happy this day!” His voice cracked with raw emotion as he hugged Dua’s mom to his large chest.
Rina was squealing, bouncing on her chair before she launched herself out of it. She threw her arms around Dua, nearly knocking my wife and unborn child to the dark, slate-tiled flooring under us.
“Oh my God! Motra! I’m so happy for you!” None of us were surprised by Rina’s antics.
Dua giggled as she wrestled on the ground with her baby sister, and I had half a worry that her breasts might pop out of her scoop-neck dress. Luckily, the pair of dark-haired Lipas split up before there could be any wardrobe malfunctions.
“Okay, okay. Get off!” Dua laughed, digging the palms of her hands into Rina’s ribs, creating space. “You’re so extra.”
As the pair got up, I saw Mr. Lipa on his feet. His champagne flute was in his hand, and his grin hadn’t faltered. “This is the most joyous day since your wedding. Whatever your child is, we will be here for them. We will be here for you. This is a new, and daunting chapter for you two. It will have challenges. But if you’re meant to be parents, nothing will make you feel more complete.
“Once you see your child sleeping, when you smell their breath, you won’t be able to imagine your life without them. Loving your wife is the greatest pleasure in your life. But loving your wife and your child?” He smiled, and another tear ran down his cheek. I felt my own cheekswere a little damp. “Well, I can see you’re already there.”
I saw the moment as soon as Mr. Lipa did. We both put our glasses down and met in a hug behind the center of the table. We squeezed each other hard, and he whispered in my ear. “I’ve seen the man you’ve become for my daughter. You will become an even better man for your child.”
We pulled apart and he held my shoulders. His voice was still deep and low. “I know what you’re afraid of. You are not your father.”
I stood there, staring into the dark, aged eyes of someone who had made himself more of a father than my actual father did. His approval was the approval I really craved. If my father was happy for me, okay. Cool. But knowing that Dua’s dad supported me, loved me, and saw me? That was worth more than I could put words on.
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Dua, Rina, and I began the process of cleaning up after our announcement party fizzled out.
“Motra, you don’t have to help us. We threw this party. We can clean up,” Dua told her sister. “There’s not much anyway. Everyone was tidy and respectful.” My wife let out a relieved sigh.
“Mos u shqetëso [don’t sweat it]. And besides, you two are going to have hot, post-announcement sex, right?” Rina’s lusty smile damn-near split her face.
Dua’s jaw dropped and I couldn’t stop a chuckle. “Rina, are you trying to get me to fuck my wife in front of you again?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Only watch,” Rina said forcefully, pointing a manicured nail at me. “I’m a happily taken woman now. And Jeremy fucks me good. I just miss him because he’s off on tour security.”
“Aw, bebe!” Dua pouted adorably. Her face quickly changed to one of mild surprise. “So… have you told him? About-”
Rina’s nod cut off Dua’s anxious questioning. “I did. I told him the first time before we had sex together for the first time.”
I stayed off to the side, quiet but watching the two. Dua swallowed. “You two are good together, and it sounds like you two are fucking regularly. So, everything is okay?”
Rina nodded. “It was an interesting conversation. He was loving up on me on his couch, and I stopped him. I told him there was something we needed to talk about before we went further.” She giggled. “The fucking teddy bear assured me he had a condom, but we didn’t have to go all the way if I wasn’t ready.”
Dua laughed at that. “You? Not ready to go?” She rolled her eyes playfully.
“Right? That’s what I thought, too!” Rina cleared her throat and soldiered on. “Anyway, I… told him about us. About when I moved in, about what we’d done together. He seemed pensive at first. For a while, actually. But Jeremy is an open, sensitive guy.”
“I like where this is going.” I leaned against the glass patio table we had eaten dinner on.
“Jeremy said that was before him. He said he doesn’t care if I watch because it’s just watching. But he wants me to talk to him before I do anything.”
“Urgh. Fuck!” Dua groaned, biting her knuckle like she was holding herself back from eating half a cheesecake. “He was okay with it? He just wants you to communicate? Did we find the two hottest men alive or what?”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m like maybe a seven, babe.”
“You shut your whore mouth!” Dua teased me and threw a clean, empty plastic cup. “You’re sensitive, you communicate, you work hard, worship me, and you know how to fuck me. Plus, you’re hilarious. Your body is better than you think and that whole package easily makes you an eleven out of ten.”
“Seriously, Fynn. You bagged Dua and I at the same time for a while by just being you. If that doesn’t solidify you as a legend, I don’t know what will.” Rina bent over to pick up the cup Dua had thrown at me, since it had rolled in her direction.
Dua could never let old times stay old times. She struck while Rina was vulnerable. She pulled Hana’s black leggings down over her tight ass and bunched them around her thighs. “I knew you weren’t wearing panties. You whore!”
“It’s hot out, okay? I needed to breathe at least a little!” The younger Lipa whimpered as she tried to stand up. “I didn’t know you were still allowed to tease me! I thought that had to stop when you’re pregnant. Something-something, time to grow up, right?”
Dua smacked Rina’s ass as she righted herself. “I said I was hoping to watch you two get freaky. Leave my cheeks alone.” Rina giggled as she hiked her leggings back over the swell of her ass.
“What, you wanted to see something more like this?” I put down the black plastic leaf bag I was holding and sanitized my hands.
“What are you doing?” Dua asked suspiciously as she turned to face me. The smart creature began to back away. But she wasn’t that smart because she backed right into Rina.
“Rina stayed to help us clean up, so maybe she deserves a thank you? And she’s already hinted at what she’d like it to be,” I said, closing the distance between us.
“Now wait a minute.” Dua giggled. She stepped backwards into Rina’s chest. Rina didn’t miss a moment as she pulled Dua’s arms behind her back and held her.
“Really?” Dua laughed. “You’re like a pair of high-school bullies.” She didn’t struggle. Those warm, burnt-amber eyes told me I could. That this was a game, and she was still mine.
It did feel like old times, like when Rina was living with us, and it was a pretty much a freeuse house.
With Rina holding my willing wife, I slid my hands into her wide, scoop-neck dress and felt her breasts. Warm. Soft. Dark nipples instantly peaking.
“This is such a bold top to wear with no bra.” I chuckled and pinched her nipples, making her gasp.
“God, Fynn. That feels so good!” Dua’s head fell back onto Rina’s shoulder, and I was glad she was holding up my wife.
I knew Dua had sensitive nipples. Social media was all over Dua Lipa’s tight, toned body. Her ass. But they all slept on her chest. She wasn’t big in that department, but I loved them, and her nipples were one of her favorite places to receive pleasure.
I leaned down and kissed Dua’s full lips, and she kissed me back.
Dua didn’t pull against Rina’s hold so much as she leaned into my kiss. It made me smile.
We didn’t need Rina, but using her as a human set of BDSM restraints did something extra to stir my cock.
I slipped my hands back out of Dua’s dress and yanked the top down, pulling it under her breasts. Her chest was heaving in her aroused state. Her tits begged for my mouth. One look at her eyes told me I was right.
I crouched down and opened my mouth wide, sucking as much of Dua’s left tit as I could. She gasped and arched her back as I pinched her right nipple in my fingers.
“Shit, Fynn! How the fuck can you get me so wet just from playing with my tits?” Her head was fully resting on Rina’s shoulder, and I wondered if Rina was holding her up more than I realized.
I pulled my mouth off Dua’s left breast and blew cold air across her nipple. The shriek of stunned pleasure she let out made me smirk.
“Tonight. Ice cubes. Tie me to the bed and use ice cubes on me.” Dua didn’t care she was begging me, telling me how to drive her crazy tonight in front of her little sister.
“I love how you tell him what you want. That you demand what you crave.” Rina couldn’t stop herself. She stuck her tongue out and licked a stripe up my wife’s neck as I watched. Dua’s breasts were back in my hand as I massaged them.
Dua swallowed as she slowly lowered her head and looked at me. “Keep playing with my breasts. I want you to make me cum without touching my cunt.”
I fucking growled. Low, deep, and hungry in my chest. The sound made Dua’s knees buckle and Rina laughed.
“Easy there.” Rina shifted her weight, and it told me quite a bit about how much she was responsible for keeping Dua off the tiles.
“Pick her up under the arms.” I dropped down and grabbed her legs, picking her off the ground. I didn’t need Rina for this, but it was fun. “Lay her on the table.”
Dua didn’t fight. She didn’t struggle or laugh nervously. There were no two people on this earth she trusted more than Rina and I.
She didn’t ask questions as we carefully put her down.
Rina didn’t ask questions, didn’t ask for directions. She instinctively took my wife’s hands and pulled them over her head, immobilizing her. It wasn’t necessary, but the visual, the trust displayed made it so fucking hot for all of us.
With Dua happily held, her chest was pulled taut and high on her chest, I easily leaned down to trace her areola with my tongue.
“God! Yes. I’m so sensitive right now. Fuck!” Her back arched high as I grazed her hard, straining nipple with my teeth. She was groaning, her hips moving and finding nothing for her pussy to rub on. “I’m so fucking horny! This is torture!” Dua whined.
“You literally asked him not to touch your cunny, babe.” Rina laughed as she recited Dua’s own request.
“I know what I asked for.” Dua moaned. “And I love it. The teasing. The edging!” She gasped again. “Every flick of Fynn’s tongue against my nipples sends a lightning bolt to my clit. I’m fucking soaked, and he hasn’t touched my quim at all!”
I carefully latched my teeth around her nipple, and I listened intently as I slowly pulled back, extending the brown tip.
Dua sucked in deep breaths and arched her back. My fingers pulled on her other nipple, keeping her even.
“Oh My God! F-fuck!” She groaned and her toes curled as I worried her puffy nubs with teeth and fingertips.
I let them back down gently and then switched to pleasure the other bud with my mouth. I had a free hand, and her throat looked like the perfect place for it.
My fingers wrapped around her slender neck like it had so many times before, and Dua tilted her head back, letting my palm fall right into place.
This wasn’t the first time we’d played with choking, and I knew just what pressure she liked. I knew how to make her sinfully gasp without endangerment. She had told me just how to make her feel owned and desired. And I loved doing it to her.
“Fuck yes!” Rina purred from above us, holding Dua’s hands as she writhed on the table in unapologetic bliss. “I’ve missed this. I’m satisfied with Jeremy. But watching you two worship each other is so fucking hot.”
I bit Dua’s puffed nipple with a little more pressure, making her hiss. My tongue soothed it right back after I released it. “I love how sensitive your nipples are, baby. How you press your throat into my hand. Everything about your desires drive me mad. I want to see you cum in front of us so bad.”
Dua whimpered like a scolded puppy as I blew another jet of air on her nipple. She kept her back locked in a bow, no longer coming up and down. It also let me know she was getting closer.
I lifted my head and twisted her nipples with both hands then, and she cried out as I tugged up on them. With her head back, I spit into her mouth, and she came, legs shaking and tight abs quivering.
My wife looked so fucking perfect; surrendering, letting her sister and I watch her explode under the force of our attention, and the pleasure-pain assault to her sensitive nipples.
Rina and I watched with appreciate smiles as she rode her climax. I had just enough wherewithal to pull the skirt of her dress up over her hips. Her panties were fucking soaked, absorbing her arousal as it rushed out of her.
I moved over and pulled her bent legs apart and shoved my face between them. Instead of pulling her panties aside, I sucked and licked hard, drinking her heady juice from the wet cotton.
She gasped and Rina let go of her hands. Dua’s fingers went into my hair and pushed me down into her pussy as she humped my face. Tanned, athletic legs enclosed my skull and squeezed as she hit a second orgasm right after the first.
My teeth scraped over the cotton covering her clit, and she was screaming like I was murdering her. Rina thought quickly and covered her mouth, muffling my wife’s cries as I finally pulled the soaked bottoms aside and lashed my tongue over her sensitive bundle of nerves.
I had no idea what Dua was whimpering into Rina’s hand, but it wasn’t English. She was either cursing or begging, but it was Albanian.
It wasn’t until after a third orgasm that I let her rest. I knew that if I kept going, we risked the sensitivity being too great. If we weren’t careful with forced orgasms, there was an unfortunate chance of things down there stinging.
As soon as I started to raise my head, Dua relaxed her legs and pulled up on my hair, bringing my face to hers.
She didn’t kiss me. She didn’t bury her face in my neck. She started to lick her nectar off my mouth and chin like it was raw honey.
Rina growled as she watched, and I could tell by the shifting of her stance that she was horny and needed Jeremy in the worst-and best-way.
Once Dua had me thoroughly cleaned, she pulled me into the crook of her neck like I thought she was going to at first. “That was fucking amazing, bebe. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” I sighed contentedly. “I love your breasts, and I love how good they can make you feel.”
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“Bebe,” Dua said softly as we sat on the bed together after our shower. “I know you’ve been avoiding this, but… you should call them.” She nudged my shoulder gently. “You don’t have to stay on the phone long, but you should tell them.
Dua didn’t have to say their names. She didn’t have to use their titles. I knew who she was talking about.
My teeth clenched together so tight I feared my molars would crack, or I’d chip a canine. “It’s not going to go well.” I wasn’t petulant with a lot of things, but this was like holding a cigarette to my skin hoping it wouldn’t burn me this time.
“I’ll be right here, Fynn. I’m here for you.” She held one of my hands in both of hers.
“Fine. I don’t know why you want me to. I don’t know why you want to watch me touch an electric fence.
“Fynn. Please. They’re your parents.”
I reached over to my nightstand and grabbed my phone. It was eight o’clock our time, and nine o’clock in Berlin. They’d both still be up for at least another hour. I opened my phone and selected the contact Sperm Donor.
He picked up on the fourth ring.
“Hey. Is Mom with you?” I asked, not letting him get the first word in. If I wanted this to work at all, I had to control the conversation.
“She’s in the kitchen.” He called for her, and twenty seconds later, the two of them were on speaker.
“Hey. Um, Dua’s next to me. We have something important she… we wanted to tell you.”
“You two are getting divorced already?” My dad thought he was the funniest person in the World. I’d rather have a dry colonoscopy without sedative than have another cup of coffee with him.
“Nope. We’re going to have a baby. We wanted you to hear it from us before you saw it on a checkout aisle magazine.”
“Aw, honey! That’s great!” My mom sounded genuinely happy. She had dropped the ball a hell of a lot while raising me, but I couldn’t say she wasn’t a supportive voice.
“Baby trapping her, huh? That’s smart. You need to keep her around somehow.”
A strangled yell ripped itself from my throat as my arm moved on its own. My phone was a blur as it shot across the room and then shattered against the hard wood of my dresser.
“Fuck him!” I screamed. I could feel my face contorting, the muscles of my neck straining with rage. “Fuck him! I just told him I’m about to be a father, and that’s his response!”
I was on my feet, and my fist connected with my dresser three times before Dua’s arms were around me, her face pressed to my back.
“God!” I seethed. My vision was blurred and my hand throbbed. “Fuck, that was stupid.”
Dua looked over my shoulder as I held up my hand and flexed my fingers. They were already swelling, and the skin on my knuckles was broken.
Dua pouted and let go of me. “Burrë budalla [silly man].” She took my undamaged hand and led me back to our ensuite bathroom. “Sit on the tub. Let me look at your hand.” As she opened the medicine cabinet under the sink, she asked, “What is it with men punching things when they’re mad?”
“I don’t even know.” I chuckled as Dua squatted down in front of me.
“Does it actually help?” She looked up at me with those damned soft eyes, and my dad’s words started to fade out of my mind.
“The pain is a little distracting. But the way you’re looking up at me right now?” I cupped her face in my hand and brushed her cheekbone with my thumb. “Those eyes heal everything.”
Dua’s bottom lip protruded, and her eyes softened. She kissed my reddened knuckles and rubbed them gently with a thumb. “I think they’ll be tender and they’ll get swollen. But you didn’t break or sprain them.” She kissed them again and didn’t let go. “I’m sorry the call went the way you expected. I really hoped that-”
I shook my head, stopping her. “It’s okay. You expected my dad to have a real, human moment. You thought some sign of a caring father would come through when he heard he was going to be a grandfather.”
My Adams apple bobbed as I swallowed my emotions. “It’s fine. I threw the phone before he could make some comment about him expecting to find out after our kid was born. Given that he didn’t know when or where the wedding was until after….” I shrugged. “I don’t regret not telling him. I’m sure he would have found a way to make our wedding about him. He’s found a way to make everything else about him.”
“I am so sorry,” Dua whispered. She pressed her lips to my palm and I closed my eyes.
“It’s fine. I haven’t needed him in a long time. Your dad has been the best dad either of us could ask for. I love that man, and I’m happy our kid will have a good grandfather. As for my dad… he’ll never see his grandchild in person.”
Dua didn’t speak. She looked up at me, eyes shining like she was about to cry.
“Hey. None of that,” I said softly. I leaned down and kissed her forehead. “Don’t you cry for me. I’m okay not talking to him again. You hoped pregnancy would give him a heart of flesh, but he has a narcissist’s piece of coal. There’s nothing we can do about it.”
Dua moved from her deep squat to her knees. She was cushioned by our thick bathmat in front of the tub. “Bebe, you know by now not to listen to him, right?” She ran her hands soothingly up and down my bare thighs. We’d just showered, so we were in what we planned to sleep in. It was early yet, but we believed in maximum comfort when it was available.
“Of course I know that. It took longer than I like to admit, but I promise your voice is louder in my head than his is.”
“That’s good,” Dua said softly. Slowly. She leaned in and pressed a kiss on my knee. “Because I love you so much. This is our idea. Your father is an ass, and I already have every reason to keep you.” She giggled, and I was happy to see the energy change. “If you die before me, you bet I’m talking to your dumb ass through EVP sessions. You’re going to have to try a lot harder than dying to get rid of me.”
I laughed and leaned down to kiss Dua’s pretty lips.
“Now, let me get those nasty words of his out of your head completely.”
I didn’t have to ask what she meant, or how she planned on doing that.
Her beautiful, slender hands took the legs of my boxer-briefs and tugged. I lifted my ass enough for her to take them down, my cock half-hard from her rubbing my thighs.
It was common for my dick to stir anytime her hand, face, or just hot body in general was anywhere near it. She just had that effect on me.
“I’ve never felt trapped. Never felt like I made the wrong decision in picking you. You’re here with me because I chose you. Because I love you.”
Dua pressed her lips just below the helmet of my cock head. “Out in the backyard was all about me. Now let me soothe you.”
I didn’t have to be told twice. I was more than happy to hold the lip of the tub with both hands and lean back while my stunning wife polished my cock.
“You get me hard so fast. It’s almost painful sometimes.” I chuckled as her dedicated and skilled tongue circled the full crown. “You’re so fucking good at making me forget everyone but you.”
“That’s my goal. Just look into my eyes while I enjoy your prick. Let go and let me catch it.”
I leaned my head against the wall and looked down the plain of my naked body as my wife suckled the head and masturbated the length. I didn’t want to say anything. There wasn’t anything new for me to say.
This was far from the first BJ she’d given me. And I was the furthest thing from ever being tired of it.
So I just let her hear how much I enjoyed her tongue, the wetness of her mouth.
My legs twitched, and I let out a breath as she ran her tongue up the seam of my balls. Both of her hands twisted and pulled on my cock, and I thrusted into the tunnel of palms and fingers she’d made for me.
Dua sucked my balls right into her mouth as I fucked her hands. I didn’t even care that I was already close. I wanted the high. Wanted to hear the satisfied moans she made when she greedily drank my load.
Her mouth and hands quickly traded places. Dua bobbed on the top third of my cock while she tugged on the base with one hand and loving fondled my balls with the other. Like she was stirring the cum right up out of me.
And that’s what she did. She had done it enough times to know just when I was going to burst.
Those huntress’s eyes of hers watched the slack expression on my face. She raked her nails down my stomach as I exploded into her mouth.
Dua kept watching me, her eyes telling me I was hers as she noisily sucked down every bit of cum I could produce for her. She could have it all; seed, soul, and heart.
When she was done, she gave my cock a parting kiss and stood up, offering me her hand. “Come to bed, you. Cuddle me and put your hands over our child.”
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