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Ford was grumbling as he drove us home. Mic had me screaming in the back as he fingered me relentlessly, his thumb flicking my clit. I was weeping with the third orgasm as it ripped through me.
“F*ck Mic, don’t make her water break just yet, I need in her, my d*ck is like f*cking steel right now.”
“Just concentrate on the road, I’m having fun,” Mic said as he sucked his fingers off.
“I need a break, hold on,” I panted.
Five minutes later, Ford slammed on the breaks. Before Mic could scoot out of the back, Ford ripped open my door and hauled me out. I was grateful Shay was at work today. The moment Ford walked into the house, he laid me out on the dining table, took my shoes and leggings off, pulled up a chair and spread my legs. He dove into my p*ssy.
“I have to taste you first, Princess. Mic had you soaking wet, and I could smell it, I just needed a quick taste.” He went back to work, licking up and down my slit. My moaning was loud, and I cried out when he plunged his tongue into me and
started f*cking me with it.
“Ford, oh, God, Ford, I’m going to…” I didn’t finish. I burst. He groaned, the vibrations fluttered through my p*ssy making me scream. He stood abruptly and ripped at his jeans. He was at the perfect height for him to throw my legs over his shoulder. He notched his d*ck at my entrance and slowly pushed his way inside of me.
“Yeeesss, f*ck you’re so f*cking wet. D*mn baby, your p*ssy is f*cking glorious.”
I cried out as he started pumping in and out of me. I thought I would be uncomfortable in this position on the dining room table, but I wasn’t. Mic came into my view completely naked. I moaned. He was so gorgeous. His tattooed-covered body was stunning. He reached out and moved me as Ford groaned, watching his d*ck disappear inside of me. Mic
maneuvered me, so my head was hanging off of the dining table.
“Open for me, Baby Girl,” he said. I did, and he fed me his c*ck. He cursed as I swallowed around him. This position
made me able to take him all the way without gagging.
While Mic f*cked my face in short thrusts, he rubbed my belly soothingly in circles with one hand while he took his other hand and brought it to my p*ssy. He rubbed up and down, gathering my wetness and brushing his fingers over both Ford and me. His palm was stimulating my clit, he pushed a finger inside of me and fingered me while Ford’s thrusts became
more frantic.
“My knuckles are dragging along his c*ck baby. I can feel how wet his d*ck is. You’re soaking.” He took his finger out of me and brought it to my clit. He tapped it and I flew. I choked on his c*ck and he groaned. He pulled out a little to let me
breathe, and then he started easing in again. “F*ck Isha, your mouth is magic,” Mic gritted between his teeth.
I moaned. His words, the stimulation in and on my p*ssy, the glide of their c*cks in my body. It was all perfection. Mic
pushed back up. He grabbed the sides of my head and started pumping faster.
“Well, well, well, this is a lovely sight to walk in on,” Dawson’s voice floated to me.
Hands ripped my shirt in half and my bra was snapped. I groaned, and then a mouth was on one of my breasts.
“Dawson’s mouth is on you, Princess and Davis is about to f*ck me into you,” he yelled as he all of a sudden pushed hard into me. My body started to quiver. Dawson’s mouth sucked hard on one of my n*pples while he brought his hand to the other and pinched it. I screamed around Mic’s c*ck. Mic groaned loudly, and then I felt his c*ck swell right before the first spurts of his c*m went down my throat. He pulled out. Dawson moved and grabbed my head, holding it while Mic stepped away. Ford’s thrusts were coming faster and faster. Dawson lifted my head so I could see Davis pumping into Ford. His eyes locked on mine.
“I love you, Angel,” he grunted out. He roared as he came into Ford’s ass, which caused Ford to groan, and his body
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shuddered as he filled me.
“Shower time, baby,” Dawson said.
Ford pulled away. He leaned down and kissed my stomach. Dawson reached under me and lifted me into his arms.
He carried me to our bedroom. He sat me on the toilet.
“Pee baby.”
“What? I can’t pee in front of you.”
He started laughing as he undressed. He reached into the shower and started it.
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“Baby, I’ve eaten your p*ssy, I’ve smelled your p*ssy, I’ve f*cked your p*ssy. Hearing pee come out of you is not going to
bother me.”
I covered my face and let my bladder go. He was right, but still.
Once I was done, he lifted me and brought me into the shower where he spread my legs and rinsed me off.
“So, what brought all of this on?”
“The doctor said semen and orgasms could help induce my labor since my body was already starting to prepare for it. I’m
two centimeters dilated already. She said my water could break any day now and if it doesn’t within two weeks, then she’s
going to induce me.”
“You’re only thirty-six weeks.”
“Yeah, apparently with twins early labor is normal.”
“Huh, well, if that’s the case. Hands on the wall baby. Step up on your stool and bend over.”
The guys put a stool in the shower, gluing it to the shower floor, so bending over was easier for me. I did as I was told, and he slipped into me from behind.
“Oh yeah, you’re nice and wet still.”
He was not gentle. He trusted hard and fast. Our skin slapping, echoing around the bathroom. Suddenly, he lifted me, his
hands under my thighs and moved me up and down him.
“Dawson, oh, please, I need to c*m, faster, please,” I begged.
“You’re wish is my command baby,” he said. He picked up the pace of his thrusting.
A long keening wail came out of me as my p*ssy clamped around him.
“F*****CK!” Dawson shouted. He stilled, his d*ck pulsing in me. “Baby, your p*ssy is gripping me, hard.”
Pain shot through my lower abdomen and my back. I moaned.
“Dawson,” I panted. “I’m having a contraction.”
“Oh, sh*t.” He waited for a minute and when my p*ssy let up on him, he pulled out and rinsed us both off. “Did your water break?” he asked as he turned off the water and grabbed a towel. He swiped it over himself and then started drying me
off.
“I don’t think so. I don’t feel different, just a contraction that was stronger than my Braxton hicks.” The moment I said that, I felt an internal pop and a gush of wetness. “Oh, it’s a good thing we’re still in the shower.”
We both looked down, a stream of liquid was running down my leg.
“Well, baby, it seems like it worked.”
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