I sat on the living room couch, glass of water in hand, taking slow sips while Delilah bounced lazily on my dick. She hugged me by the neck, head resting on my shoulder, her breath warm against my skin, tits pressed soft against my chest. The room was quiet except for the wet sounds of her pussy sliding up and down my shaft, slow and deep, her early pregnancy making her even tighter, wetter.
I finished the water, the cool liquid cutting through the heat. Minne was behind the couch, waiting quietly, still naked. I handed her the empty glass over my shoulder.
"Thank you, honey," I said. "Put the glass down and come here. Suck my balls, okay?"
"Yes, Master!" Minne chirped, eager as always.
She took the glass, padded to the kitchen counter to set it down, then hurried back. Jasmine stepped out of the bathroom just then, naked and dry, hair still a little damp from her shower.
