Hellen smirked, her sleek ponytail swaying like a predator's tail as she leaned in close, voice dropping to velvet-low temptation. "Ours aren't toys, Emily. They're weapons forged for you—knots that lock deep inside, stretching that pretty omega pussy until you scream my name. Mine's the thickest, veins pulsing hot and heavy, slamming your sweet spot with every brutal thrust."
"Don't say things like this!" I gasped, cheeks flaming, but my body betrayed me, thighs clenching against the slick heat building unbidden.
Ivory crossed her arms, her chili scent spiking sharp and possessive, the long, curved outline of her cock straining prominently against her tailored pants. "Length for days, baby. It'll fill you to the hilt, tip grinding right against your cervix while my knot swells fat and unrelenting, breeding you proper—pumping you full until you're mine."
