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She’s so full, so stretched and claimed, and she’s completely overwhelmed.
But her soft, breathless moans tell me that she wouldn’t want it any other way.
We give her a second to adjust before we eventhinkabout easing out of her.
As we both move, we watch as our cum already begins to slip from her, pearly streaks glistening between her swollen folds.
A primal possessiveness surges to my chest; the instinct to keep her full, and to keep our seed inside her where it belongs.
Inch by inch, we both pull out, and she cries when she’s no longer full of us.
Together, we help her get back in her bed.
Her eyelids have become heavy, and her breathing has changed as she looks at us both from under hooded lids.
She squeezes her thighs together, gasping at the sensitive spot between her legs, then moans softly into her pillow.
I feel my cock twitch again, just from looking at her.
Mikhail’s fingers trail down to where we’ve just claimed her, spreading her open with both thumbs, watching our combined release glisten on her flushed skin.
“We can’t let this go to waste now, can we?”
He murmurs, his voice dark with pure satisfaction.
I press two fingers into her, pushing our cum back inside as her entire body jerks, overstimulated from this all, but still too far gone to ask us to stop. The whimper that escapes her lips is pure, helpless pleasure as her thighs spread even wider, her body opening up for us once again.
“Stay like this for a moment.” I say, my fingers sliding inside her deeper, making sure none of our seed escapes. “We need every drop inside you.”
Mikhail drags his hand higher, pressing his palm to her lower belly.
Protective.
Possessive.
“We’re going to keep you like this, Chiara.” He says softly, almost reverently. “Full. Bred. Ours.”
She’s too out of it to respond—her eyelids fluttering, her lips parted, her body soft against the bed—but there’s a soft, lazy smile on her lips.
So trusting.
So content.
And as she blinks, she looks up at both of us with nothing but raw, tender trust.
“Mine.” I whisper, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead. “Ours.”
Mikhail leans down, pressing a kiss to her temple.
“Always. Forever.”
She blinks up at us, her fingers curling lazily in the sheets, her body still trembling.
Our cum continues leaking out from her.
But there’s no longer any fear, or any hesitation.
There’s just the quiet, certain understanding that she belongs to us now.