“Ooh shit f**k!” when I felt that he was released, his tunnel slipped. I feel heaven now. I didn’t stop even though he was shaking and we were already bathing in our own sweat, my d**k was getting harder and harder. His two breasts follow our movements. It was nice to see that he was losing his sanity. His eyes were staring and he bit his lip.
“Ahhhh, I’m going out again, ooh babe ahh..” He growled.
Until I pulled his hips to sink deeper into my d**k. He smiled at me and I did the same.
“Is my wife good?” he nodded at me.
She is so hot, her body is so hot, she never gets bored, even if something happens to us until tomorrow, I won’t get tired. My eyes were staring when I felt that my hot juice was about to explode.
“Lily ahhh f****d ahh shit ahhh.” I could feel the narrowness of his p***y, I felt that his p***y bit my pet.
My hand caught her two breasts like a ball that collided. I squeeze her b****t. He raised his hand not knowing where to cling.
We were both shaking and he screamed with pleasure. Get out faster. When I was about to go out, my heart was stiff.
“Ahhhh, I’m here, babe. Ahhh, it’s coming out, ahhh,” it’s like there’s a strong earthquake inside our room. My body trembled very intensely.
I couldn’t close my mouth, he was hurt by the force of my squeezing his chest. I swear at the taste of mixing our hot liquid. I didn’t pull out my pet; I just let it inside him until my juice came out. I wouldn’t pull it out. I hugged him and kissed him on the lips, both of us panting.
“Is it delicious, my love? Do you want another round?” he smiled at me and nodded.
“I still want you, my love.” My pet tightened his heart.
“Did I hurt you when I squeezed your chest?” he nodded again.
“It hurts, babe,” he said seductively.
I kissed her chest, I licked her tongue, I played with my tongue. Until the pain disappears. When I sucked her nipples, she was moaning with pleasure. My pet is also shivering. Until my movements are careful, it’s like there’s no tomorrow for us because our bodies are getting hotter. What position did I do? Even in the bathroom and in the shower,r we have s*x tirelessly. If only she wasn’t pregnant, she would just take a break from me.
Until he fell asleep from exhaustion. I got up when I heard the voice of the twins outside the door. When I saw the time it was eight o’clock in the evening. I cursed because I forgot the time I touched my husband’s womanizing, it was a bit swollen because of my pet.
“Daddy, Mommy,” call us twins.
Time, days, weeks, and months passed quickly. We were in the living room, and I screamed when the child moved in Lily’s stomach.
**ARLO POV**
“Babe, I think I’m about to give birth. My stomach hurts so much!” Lily said. I froze on the spot.
I didn’t know what to do—her cheeks were flushed, and she was sweating. I started panicking.
“What should I do?” I asked her, feeling completely lost.
“Take me to the hospital! Arlo, what are you waiting for? Why are you just standing there? Move!” she yelled at me and kicked me lightly.
“My wife is about to give birth!” I shouted loudly as I lifted her up. Everyone in the house came rushing out.
“Sir, let’s take Ma’am to the hospital,” Samira suggested.
“Yes, open the door now!” I instructed.
When we arrived at the hospital, I couldn’t keep still. I was sweating as I thought about my wife’s condition inside. Why was it taking so long? Why hadn’t the doctor come out yet?
“Ahhhh, ahhhh. Arlo, ahhhh!” Lily’s loud screams echoed, making me tremble and feel cold all over.
“What are they doing to my wife?” I angrily asked.
“They’re not doing anything bad, Sir. she is pushing so the baby can come out,” Ruth replied, laughing at my panic.
When I finally heard the cry of a baby, I shouted in joy, tears streaming down my face. I hugged Ruth tightly.
“Congratulations, Sir,” Ruth said, smiling.
“Thank you, Ruth. I’m a daddy again!” I exclaimed.
Soon, Mom, Dad, and Lily’s parents arrived. They approached me as I stood there crying tears of happiness. Crying doesn’t take away from a man’s masculinity—especially when it’s for someone you love more than life itself.
“Mom, I heard the cry of our little angel,” I said, sounding like an eight-year-old reporting excitedly to his mother.
“Why hasn’t the doctor come out yet? Is everything okay inside?” I asked anxiously.
