The panic room had turned into a prison of heat, c*m, and forbidden obsession.
Ava’s heat was at its peak — a merciless fire that made her swollen pregnant belly feel tight and aching, her heavy t**s leak small drops of milk, and her cunt throb with constant, dripping desperation. Her sweet Omega scent saturated the air, thick and addictive.
Damien had her folded in half on the bed, legs pushed all the way back so her pregnant belly rested against her own t**s. He was buried balls-deep in her sloppy, c*m-filled cunt, pounding her with slow, devastating strokes that made obscene wet sounds echo in the sealed room.
“Fuuuuck — listen to that pregnant p***y squelch,” Damien growled, voice low and filthy as he railed her. “You’re carrying your best friend’s daddy’s pup and you’re still cream
