The panic room was silent except for the wet, rhythmic sounds of flesh meeting flesh and Ava’s broken moans.
Damien had her on her side, one leg hooked over his hip, his thick Alpha c**k sliding deep into her c*m-soaked cunt with slow, deliberate strokes. Her heavily pregnant belly rested against him, skin stretched tight over the life they had created through months of obsessive breeding. c*m from countless loads leaked out around his shaft with every thrust, soaking the sheets beneath them.
“Fuuuuck… this pregnant p***y still grips me so perfectly,” Damien growled, voice low and filthy against her ear. One hand cupped her swollen belly possessively while the other pinched her sensitive n****e, drawing a bead of milk. “You’re leaking for me everywhere, Omega. t**s full of milk, cunt ful
