At thirty-two weeks, Emma’s belly had become a massive, heavy burden that dominated her every waking moment. The low, pendulous swell stretched her skin tight, marked with silvery stretch marks that Jax and Marcus loved to trace with their tongues. Her breasts were enormous now, constantly leaking colostrum that soaked through pads and shirts. Walking made her thighs rub together, and the thick plugs in her p***y and ass were a permanent fixture, keeping her sloppy and ready at all times.
The text came while she and Mark were finishing dinner.
Jax: *Backyard. Midnight. Neighbors are having people over. Don’t keep us waiting, pregnant slut.*
Emma’s stomach flipped with a rush of fear and arousal. The Millers next door were hosting their annual late-summer barbecue. Laughter, music, and t
