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Justin's chin is coated in her cum, and even as I watch, moisture slides down his spine to pool in the small of his back. His prick is hard and straining between his legs, not that he gives it any of his attention.

He looks like a master in the middle of his current work of art. His concentration is all-consuming as he reads her body for cues on what will give her the most bliss.

I want to wrap my lips around his dick and suck until he's coming down my throat, but he won't thank me for the attention right now.

All of this is for her. Her last hurrah before the straps are switched out for burp cloths.

I tighten my fist on my cock, enjoying the constant tug of my skin over the hard length. I tweak my nipples and give one a hard pinch, causing my stomach to swoop and tighten in turns and sending a shot of pleasure that makes my hips snap into my hand.

"Open her," I order.

Justin takes his teeth from her thigh and presses the first two fingers of each hand into Julia's pussy, pulling her wide enough that we can see into her cunt. He dips his tongue into her hole, twisting it and twirling before fucking her with his face.

She keens and tries to spread her thighs even farther.

I love how rosy her cunt is. You can see the ridges of her walls, and my wrist speeds up until my hand is nothing but a blur on my cock, imagining her pussy milking my dick until I'm painting her insides with my cum.

I step close enough that her leg rests against my stomach and slap her clit, just so I can see the way her hole gapes and clenches. It's red and inflamed, almost begging to be kissed and made all better.

We'll get to that last.

The coil inside my gut bursts, and I cum all over her belly and cunt.

Hot, white streaks of it cover her mound. It drips into her wide and desperate pussy, which in turn jerks and begs for more.

I hiss, not only at the sweet relief of release but at how her cunt pulses and how her fleshy bits seem to glow covered in my cum.

Justin trusts two fingers into her hole, shoving my donation deep. He buries his fingertips as far as they can go, curling his fingers so they rub just right inside her pussy.

Then he licks my cum right back off of her.

He starts at her entrance and makes his way outward. He sucks her labia into his mouth and then her clit. He rises up from his haunches to drag his tongue along the base of her belly, the soft pouch where our child is growing inside her. He licks up every drop of my cum that graces her skin, then grabs my wrist and forces my fingers between his lips. Ensuring he leaves no drop left behind, he reaches around her tied-up legs and takes my softening dick in his mouth.

My first reaction is to jerk away from him. I'm over-sensitive as it is, and combining his wicked lips with the rapid fire of my nervous system makes me want to cry out and press his face away.

I don't. This is what he does to me. What he’s always done. He pushes me outside my boundaries, kicking and screaming until I'm thanking him in the end.

My breathing picks up, and my vision blackens at the edges just a bit.

I love it. I love it so much.

So, I grit my teeth and lean into the pain. I plant my feet as well as I can on the uneven bed and press the back of his head until his nose is touching my pubic hair. His vocal cords vibrate, his tongue twirls around my twitching cock, and I'd bet every dime I have that he just called me his good boy.

Shivers wrack my body.

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He releases me with a pop,and I cradle his face in my hand. My knees are shaking. I won't be able to remain standing like this for long. I try to caress his cheek, but he licks at my thumb instead.

"Good boy," Justin repeats, meeting my eyes. My knees finally give out, and Justin laughs as I scowl and drop to the bed. He returns his attention to Julia.

I love how wet she is. You can hear his fingers drag in and out. The sounds of her slickness fill the room. She's soaked enough that I taste it in the air. Tangy and sweet, like a favorite piece of candy.

"Please, please, please, pleeeeease."

Julia loves the feel of a hand between her legs. The pounding of a fist against her cunt and perineum. The pressure that changes with every drag of our fingers in and out of her body. He adds a thumb into her ass, and I can see the changes as she falls deeper into SubSpace.

Zero-talking has always been one of their rules.

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