The Heart System Chapter 480

I began to thrust—gently at the start, with long, profound motions, withdrawing nearly completely before easing back in, allowing her to sense my entire length with each pass. Every plunge caused her rear to quiver a bit, the garter bands flicking against her legs. She let out a moan each time I hilted, her petite frame shifting ahead, breasts swinging under the outfit.

"God... look at you," I growled, my hand gliding up her spine to grasp her hair, pulling her head back lightly so I could view her reddened expression. "Bent over like this... pregnant with my baby... begging for more... you’re perfect, Minne."

"Master... oh god... it’s so deep... I feel you everywhere..." Her voice broke into a whimper as I increased the pace, my hips driving forward with greater force. The damp sounds of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the space, blending with her sharp, desperate pleas.

With my spare hand, I circled around, fingertips locating her clit once more—stroking in quick, firm loops as I hammered into her from the rear. She jerked sharply, her pussy pulsing in steady contractions around my shaft.

"Yes... touch me there... please... I’m so close... Master... don’t stop..."

"You’re gonna cum again, aren’t you?" I bent over her form, my lips grazing her ear. "Gonna squeeze this little pussy around my cock... show me how much you love being bred... how much you love being my pregnant maid..."

"Y-yes... yes... I love it... love being yours... love carrying your baby... please... make me cum..."

My thrusts grew fiercer, now in short, intense bursts, hips crashing into her rear, balls tapping her clit with each advance. One hand continued to tease her clit while the other remained knotted in her hair, tugging sufficient to curve her back further.

Her moans evolved into piercing, urgent cries. "Master... I’m... I’m gonna... oh god...!"

"Again? Such a dirty mommy."

"I’m sorry, Master. It feels so... ohh... Master, Master... Master!"

She came apart.

Her cry rang out high and quivering—her entire body locking up as her pussy gripped like a clamp. Ripples of firm, pulsing squeezes traveled along my shaft, drawing me in without mercy. A rush of warmth gushed forth—steamy, slippery—coating my cock, my legs, the sofa below. Her slim hips twitched wildly, rear pushing back against me while she prolonged the climax, fingers clawing at the pillows, face buried in the material, repeating my name endlessly.

"OHH..."

Through it all, I continued to drive in, profound and consistent, extending each shiver, each throb. Her inner walls quivered chaotically, clenching me with such intensity it bordered on pain, slickness streaming down her legs in heavy streams.

The entrance door unlocked with a click.

Jasmine, Tessa, Kim, and Nala entered—carrying bags, chuckling over some topic until their eyes landed on us. They paused briefly, then eased up as if this were utterly routine.

"Jesus," Tessa remarked offhandedly, nudging the door closed with her foot. "The mall was so crowded we just ordered everything online instead."

Kim chuckled, placing her bags aside. "Yeah, lines were insane. Figured we’d rather come home and... well, looks like we walked in on the main event."

Nala grinned slyly, propping herself against the wall. "Don’t stop on our account."

Jasmine approached, examining Minne’s flushed, quaking figure. "Damn, Minne... you look wrecked. In the best way."

I reduced the speed of my thrusts but persisted—remaining embedded deeply within Minne, permitting her to savor the final echoes. She let out faint whimpers, far too euphoric for any shame.

As her shudders subsided at last, I withdrew gradually—my cock emerging with a slick pop. Minne slumped onto her elbows, rear elevated, pussy shining and fluttering, her tiny form trembling.

From the coffee table, I snatched the pregnancy test and displayed it for the group to inspect.

Silence fell over the room momentarily.

Jasmine’s eyes grew large. "Holy shit... Minne?"

Minne raised her head feebly, face burning. "I... um... yes..."

Tessa beamed broadly. "No way! Congrats, little maid!"

Kim advanced, gaze tender. "Oh honey... that’s amazing." She dropped to her knees and embraced Minne softly from the side. "You’re gonna be the cutest mom."

Nala offered a smile—uncommon and sincere. "Congrats, Minne. You deserve this."

Jasmine bent down and planted a kiss on Minne’s temple. "Proud of you, cutie."

Minne grinned timidly, moisture gathering in her eyes. "Thank you... all of you..."

On the couch, I reclined, drawing Minne onto my lap once more. She nestled into me right away, delicate palms placed on her abdomen.

Carefully, I turned Minne around, positioning her so her back rested against my torso. Her legs parted instinctively, knees folding, toes hanging. I supported her effortlessly, her form aligned with mine, head lolling on my shoulder. My cock pulsed at her opening, lubricated and prepared.

Gradually, I guided her down. The tip separated her lips anew, warm and wet, and she released a prolonged, throaty moan as I reentered her. Bit by bit, she enveloped me until her rear contacted my hips with a gentle tap. We both uttered groans simultaneously, the noise primal and merging in the hushed lounge.

The women drew nearer, their shopping items abandoned on the ground.

Jasmine voiced it first, tone affectionate and playful. "Well... this definitely needs to be celebrated, no?"

Tessa agreed, dropping to her knees before Minne. "Absolutely. Look at our little maid... already glowing."

They encircled us as though it were entirely commonplace. Tessa positioned herself on her knees amid Minne’s open legs, palms soft on Minne’s inner thighs. She inclined forward and trailed her tongue deliberately over Minne’s clit, tender and light, swirling around the engorged spot as I steadied Minne and pushed upward into her with unhurried, profound motions.

Minne mewled, tiny hands descending to clutch Tessa’s hair. "Miss Tessa... oh... your tongue..."

Jasmine settled on the couch next to us, one palm cradling Minne’s modest breast via the dress, thumb grazing the stiff peak. She tweaked it softly, twirling it betwixt her fingers, then bent to press her lips to Minne’s neck. "You feel so good right now, sweetie," she breathed. "Taking him so deep... carrying his baby... you’re perfect."

Nala moved to the back of the couch, bending over my shoulder. Her limbs hung casually around my neck, and she delivered a leisurely, heated kiss to my cheek. "Congrats, daddy," she whispered near my ear, tone hushed and approving. "You knocked her up good."

I let out a low groan at her words, hips grinding deeper into Minne. "Fuck... yeah... she’s gonna be the best mom..."

Kim remained nearby on my opposite side, one hand on Minne’s belly, soft and safeguarding, the other caressing Minne’s locks. "You’re doing so well, honey," she murmured gently. "Just relax and let him fill you... let us take care of you."