At thirty-three weeks, Emma’s pregnancy had transformed her body into a fertile, hyper-sexualized vessel. Her belly was enormous low, heavy, and perfectly round, stretching the skin so tight it gleamed under any light. Stretch marks decorated the sides like badges of ownership. Her breasts were painfully full, constantly leaking warm colostrum that soaked through everything. The thick plugs in her p***y and ass were her new normal, keeping her perpetually sloppy with Jax and Marcus’s c*m.
The emotional shift had been creeping up on her for weeks. The guilt that once gnawed at her during Mark’s loving touches had slowly dissolved, replaced by something darker and far more intoxicating: pure, electric excitement. Every lie she told him now sent a thrill straight to her core.
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