Chapter 480

I started moving—slow, deep thrusts at first, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, letting her feel the full length every time. Each stroke made her ass jiggle slightly, the garter straps snapping against her thighs. She moaned with every bottom-out, small body rocking forward, tits swaying beneath the dress.

"God... look at you," I growled, one hand sliding up her back to tangle in her hair, tugging her head back gently so I could see her flushed face. "Bent over like this... pregnant with my baby... begging for more... you’re perfect, Minne."

"Master... oh god... it’s so deep... I feel you everywhere..." Her voice cracked on a whimper as I picked up speed, hips snapping forward harder now. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, mixing with her high, needy cries.

I reached around with my free hand, fingers finding her clit again—rubbing fast, tight circles while I pounded into her from behind. She bucked hard, pussy clenching rhythmically around my cock.

"Yes... touch me there... please... I’m so close... Master... don’t stop..."

"You’re gonna cum again, aren’t you?" I leaned over her back, lips brushing her ear. "Gonna squeeze this little pussy around my cock... show me how much you love being bred... how much you love being my pregnant maid..."

"Y-yes... yes... I love it... love being yours... love carrying your baby... please... make me cum..."

I thrust harder, short, brutal strokes now, hips slamming against her ass, balls slapping her clit with every push. My hand kept working her clit while the other stayed tangled in her hair, pulling just enough to arch her back deeper.

Her moans turned into sharp, desperate cries. "Master... I’m... I’m gonna... oh god...!"

"Again? Such a dirty mommy."

"I’m sorry, Master. It feels so... ohh... Master, Master... Master!"

She shattered.

Her scream was high and trembling—whole body seizing as her pussy clamped down like a vice. Waves of tight, rhythmic spasms rippled along my length, milking me relentlessly. Wetness flooded out—hot, slick—drenching my cock, my thighs, the couch beneath us. Her small hips jerked uncontrollably, ass bouncing back against me as she rode the orgasm out, nails digging into the cushions, face pressed to the fabric, moaning my name over and over.

"OHH..."

I kept thrusting through it, deep, steady, drawing out every tremor, every pulse. Her walls fluttered wildly, squeezing me so tight it almost hurt, wetness dripping down her thighs in thick rivulets.

The front door clicked open.

Jasmine, Tessa, Kim, and Nala stepped inside—bags in hand, laughing about something until they saw us. They froze for half a second, then relaxed like it was the most normal thing in the world.

"Jesus," Tessa said casually, kicking the door shut behind her. "The mall was so crowded we just ordered everything online instead."

Kim laughed, setting her bags down. "Yeah, lines were insane. Figured we’d rather come home and... well, looks like we walked in on the main event."

Nala smirked, leaning against the wall. "Don’t stop on our account."

Jasmine walked over, peering at Minne’s flushed, trembling form. "Damn, Minne... you look wrecked. In the best way."

I slowed my thrusts but didn’t stop—still buried deep inside Minne, letting her ride out the last aftershocks. She whimpered softly, too blissed-out to be embarrassed.

When her tremors finally faded, I pulled out slowly—my cock slipping free with a wet sound. Minne collapsed forward onto her forearms, ass still up, pussy glistening and twitching, small body shaking.

I reached over to the coffee table, grabbed the pregnancy test, and held it up for the others to see.

The room went quiet for a second.

Jasmine’s eyes widened. "Holy shit... Minne?"

Minne lifted her head weakly, cheeks flaming. "I... um... yes..."

Tessa grinned wide. "No way! Congrats, little maid!"

Kim stepped forward, eyes soft. "Oh honey... that’s amazing." She knelt and hugged Minne gently from the side. "You’re gonna be the cutest mom."

Nala smiled—rare, genuine. "Congrats, Minne. You deserve this."

Jasmine leaned in and kissed Minne’s temple. "Proud of you, cutie."

Minne smiled shyly, tears pricking her eyes. "Thank you... all of you..."

I sat back on the couch, pulling Minne into my lap again. She curled against me immediately, small hands resting on her belly.

I flipped Minne over gently, turning her so her back pressed against my chest. Her legs spread naturally, knees bending, feet dangling in the air. I held her up easily, her back flush to me, head resting against my shoulder. My cock throbbed against her entrance, slick and ready.

I lowered her slowly. The head parted her folds again, hot and slick, and she moaned long and low as I slid back inside. Inch by inch she took me until her ass met my hips with a soft smack. We both groaned at the same time, the sound raw and overlapping in the quiet living room.

The girls moved closer, their earlier shopping bags forgotten on the floor.

Jasmine spoke first, voice warm and teasing. "Well... this definitely needs to be celebrated, no?"

Tessa nodded, already kneeling in front of Minne. "Absolutely. Look at our little maid... already glowing."

They surrounded us like it was the most natural thing in the world. Tessa settled on her knees between Minne’s spread thighs, hands gentle on Minne’s inner legs. She leaned in and dragged her tongue slowly along Minne’s clit, soft and gentle, circling the swollen bud while I held Minne steady and rocked up into her with slow, deep thrusts.

Minne whimpered, small hands reaching down to grip Tessa’s hair. "Miss Tessa... oh... your tongue..."

Jasmine knelt on the couch beside us, one hand cupping Minne’s small breast through the dress, thumb brushing the hard nipple. She pinched gently, rolling it between her fingers, then leaned in to kiss Minne’s neck. "You feel so good right now, sweetie," she whispered. "Taking him so deep... carrying his baby... you’re perfect."

Nala stepped behind the couch, leaning over my shoulder. Her arms draped loosely around my neck, and she pressed a slow, warm kiss to my cheek. "Congrats, daddy," she murmured against my ear, voice low and proud. "You knocked her up good."

I groaned softly at the words, hips rolling deeper into Minne. "Fuck... yeah... she’s gonna be the best mom..."

Kim stayed close on my other side, one hand resting on Minne’s belly, gentle, protective, while the other stroked Minne’s hair. "You’re doing so well, honey," she said softly. "Just relax and let him fill you... let us take care of you."