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Jolie - 7 Months Pregnant

With a ding of the doorbell, I look over at Kai and Case.

“Are you expecting anybody?” I ask them. They both have already jumped to their feet and are moving out of the living room towards the door, leaving me to half roll off the couch.

By the time I make it to the foyer, we have gathered a crowd. “What is it?” I ask.

“A package.” Chester beams, clearly up to something. Kai runs past him, snatching the package from his hands and racing off towards the kitchen. We all follow behind, curious as to what could be inside.

Kai has it on the kitchen counter, knife in hand, slicing through the sticky tape.

“Move,” Chester demands, snatching the knife from Kai’s hand.

I move around next to Chester and open the box, pulling out the biggest rubber cock I have ever seen.

“Um, guys, I don’t think I have a need for one of these anymore. Unless you all magically broke your dicks.”

Chester reaches into the box, pulling out the rest. “It’s a strap on. I thought since someone keeps dropping hints about being fucked in the ass, you could do it for me. I special ordered it a while ago. It’s an exact replica.” He winks at me.

I smile up at Chester. “You just want to see me with a huge cock, don’t you?”

“I don’t know about him, but call me curious,” Davis throws out.

I grab the cock and its strap, running from the kitchen. Well, I wouldn’t exactly call what I’m doing running—a quick waddle maybe. Any one of them could catch me if they really wanted to, yet they let me get to the room, and I lock the door behind me.

They must all be waiting downstairs because no one knocks on the door or threatens to kick it down.

I should have thought to bring the instruction manual with me. This thing is huge, and I’m not sure I know how to attach it. After getting undressed and down to my underwear, plus some manoeuvring and grunting since it’s hard to see over my large stomach, I think I get it in place.

I look down and I see nothing but my stomach. What sort of bullshit is this? Not only can I not see my pussy any longer, but I now also have a huge cock, and I can’t see it. Tears slide down my face. I want to rage at the injustice of it all and decide to yell at Chester. What sort of sick joke is this? He knows I can’t see my damn pussy—he shaves it for me.

I unlock the door and storm downstairs, grumbling to myself, while remaining overly emotional that I now have two sets of genitals and can’t see either of them.

I walk into the kitchen, and every single one of those assholes laughs at me. “It’s not funny,” I demand.

“Baby, it’s hilarious,” Laughn gasps out between cackles. “I’m almost tempted to let you shove that in my ass.”

“I can’t see my dick,” I cry, throwing my hands into the air. “It’s massive, and I can’t even see the tip.”

“Will it make it better if I let you play with mine?” Boston asks, and I flip him off.

“Fuck you all,” I sniffle irrationally. “Kai, let’s go. I have a dick, and I might as well use it.” I storm over to Kai, grab him by the arm, and pull him from the room.

“Fuck yeah, I’m in. I’ve been trying to get my ass on Chester’s cock for a while now,” he says with a giddy laugh.

“Hold on a second, I want to watch,” Laughn says.

I hear a few sets of feet shuffling behind us. So now, we have an audience—not that I think Kai cares. He is a show off, so the more the merrier. Once we reach the bedroom, I turn around and see Laughn, Chester, and Creed all moving into the room. I’m surprised when Marlow shuffles in, and I raise a brow at him. He shrugs and closes the door behind himself. Honestly, I didn’t expect the others to follow—most of them are not into sharing very often. Occasionally, I can get two involved at once, but since this is me fucking Kai, it’s surprising this many followed.

Kai is naked before I even get the chance to tell him to take his clothes off; the others position themselves around the room, keeping a respectful distance away.

Kai throws himself onto the bed and does a corny pose, making me laugh.

“Where do you want me?” he asks, in a faux sexy tone.

“Ass in the air, dick in your hand,” I say, trying to sound both sensual and bossy, which isn’t easy with an audience. I don’t think I will become a dominatrix anytime soon.