Then, as if on cue, both women leaned into his ears and whispered in unison:
"Im-preg-nate us…"
The effect was instantaneous…
A thick glob of clear, sticky pre-cum oozed from Frey's tip, nearly indistinguishable from semen.
The air, already thick with sex and sweat, grew even heavier, every breath charged with musk and desire. And with a beastly resolve in his eyes, Frey growled his answer:
"Ahhh… of course I will…!"
The words barely left his lips when the women sprang into action. Olivia laid back, spreading her pussy wide in anticipation.
Robin climbed atop her, lying belly-down in a mirrored position, their stacked breasts squishing against one another.
Their slick, overflowing pussies were already beyond prepared—soaked and open, not from hesitation, but in anticipation.
All of it was to accept the thick, overwhelming force of that monstrous, big cock of his at any moment it came crashing down.
Foreplay? Completely unnecessary.
And more than that, none of them had the luxury of such patience.
That's why Frey didn't hold back.
—SPLUUUUUUURCH!!
"AAAAAAAHHHNNNNNN!!"
First up was the MILF, Olvia.
Her entire body jolted as the first thrust landed, the impact rocking her core so hard that sweat scattered into the air around her like mist.
He didn't even thrust—he just pushed his cock in once, and that alone made her squirt hard. That's how insane it was.
That's how Frey Ingnall was.
But even he couldn't stay calm.
She was still that same unholy masterpiece of a woman. Her tight, velvety walls gripped every inch of his cock with divine precision. And her cervix—hungry and well-trained—kissed the tip of his shaft in pulsing, wet little chup-chup pecks that nearly dragged him over the edge immediately.
But even if it felt like heaven, Frey wasn't about to let himself finish so early.
That'd be a disgrace.
Gritting his teeth, he shoved the urge down and started slamming his hips into her with a powerful, primal rhythm.
"A-Ah! Y-Yes, yes… That's it! Harder—ah, harder! AHHHHHNNNN!!"
SMACK. BANG. SMACK.
The sound of flesh pounding against flesh echoed wildly.
Olvia, once the cool-headed headmistress of a prestigious girls' academy in the West Blue, was completely unrecognizable. Her brows were pinched tight in mindless ecstasy.
Her eyes half-closed and drooling. Her tongue hung out shamelessly, strings of spit trailing from her lips.
There wasn't a single trace of shame on her face. No embarrassment. No resistance.
Just bliss—pure, euphoric joy at being used by the only man she had pledged her entire body and soul to.
"H-Hey!! Dad—don't just fuck Mom, I want it too—hyaaAAAHHH!!"
Ingnall didn't need to be told.
After grinding Olvia's womb just enough to leave her eyes rolling, he yanked himself out, thick strings of their shared fluids snapping in the air as his cock was momentarily exposed to the open air—still steaming hot, veined, twitching.
Then he buried it in inside Robin's itching pussy.
Deep.
Hard.
Fast.
"AAAHHHHNNNN!!"
Robin's scream pierced the room as her legs shot up, body twitching wildly beneath her mother.
Aside from her skin tone and hair color, she was a near-perfect replica of Olvia. Same hips. Same breasts. Same tightness.
Her pussy clung to Frey's cock like it belonged there—and in a way, it did. The moment he entered her, her insides danced, convulsing with every thrust.
Even though her uterus had already been pumped full during the last round, Robin still spasmed uncontrollably as the fresh flow of pre-cum mixed into her already overfilled core.
Her whole body shuddered as if even that much was too much pleasure to handle.
And still—Frey didn't stop. Wouldn't stop.
Two versus one.
He had no reason to slow down.
"Ah—ah—ahhhhHHHNnnn!! W-wait, not all at once! H-Hold oooONNNNNnnnnn!!"
'Wait? No fucking chance.'
There was no mercy in his movements. No breaks. It was conquest. A relentless, punishing assault from a man who had made love to so many women that he had turned pleasure itself into an art of war.
And yet—Frey wasn't heartless. He couldn't just focus on one.
Once he'd plowed Robin's womb to the point of her curling toes and blank eyes, he yanked his cock back—now laced with creamy, pearlescent strands—and slammed it once more into Olvia's pussy.
"Ahha~! AAHHHHnnn!!"
Again and again, he fucked them in rhythm. One. Then the other. His hips thrust forward in perfect time, dragging moans from them like an orchestra of sex and surrender.
Each cry, each whimper, each gasping sob of pleasure wove together into an obscene duet.
It was only natural, then, that the third woman wouldn't sit still any longer.
Somewhere amidst the pounding, moaning, and body-slapping chaos, Stussy had recovered.
Now she draped herself across Frey's back, her soft boobs pressing against his muscles, her breath hot against his ear.
"Let me help you…"
As she murmured these words, Frey's nipples were teased by her slender fingers while her long, bewitching tongue slithered into his ear, licking and savoring him.
It seemed those earlier words weren't for Frey—but rather for the two "sisterly" poles, though they were mother and daughter, currently being pleasured.
"Kuh...!"
Faced with such flawless coordination, even Frey couldn't hold out for long. Sensing his limit approaching, he quickened the pace of his hips.
The moans of the mother and daughter grew louder, their intervals shorter, their inner walls trembling intensely as if anticipating the supreme moment soon to come.
"Ahh! I'm—gonna cum...! Both of you!"
As if waiting for those very words, Robin and Olvia turned their hearts-filled gazes toward Frey.
Though their positions made it difficult to see, the markings on their abdomens pulsed with a deep reddish-purple glow, as if urging him—faster, faster.
No matter how many times they had been filled before—no matter how many times they had already been granted his semen tonight alone—nothing compared to this moment.
Their expressions vividly reflected that truth.
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Should I write more~!