Mira moaned, licking her lips. She looked at his balls — heavy, swinging, still full despite the load she had just swallowed. She bent down. Her tongue found them. She licked. Long, slow strokes over each testicle, tasting the salt, the musk, the skin.
'Slurp. Lick. Mmm—'
Viktor pulled from Helena's tit. His mouth released her nipple with a wet 'pop.' Milk ran down his chin. He looked down at Mira — her face between his legs, her tongue on his balls, her big belly pressing against the bed.
"Come on," he said. "Show me your belly. Let me see how the child is."
Mira pulled back. She climbed off the bed. Stood. Her hands found the hem of her dress — the loose, maternity garment that was bunched around her waist. She pulled it up. Over her belly. Over her tits. Over her head. Off.
She stood naked.
