The dinner was a quick one that night. Both Sakura and Charlie were pent up from the day and their arousal had only piled up more and more.
They were both attracted to Yoko and wanted to monopolize her. But they also knew that the other would never allow this. So, their glare was at a standstill.
Amane, of course, was not oblivious to this standoff in front of her. She could see all the signs of this blowing out of proportion. But she still decided to let these two be for now and began to clean up the dishes.
A pair of arms circled her stomach and rubbed her belly.
The egg could not be felt but the hard cock and soft breasts pressing up against Yoko's back made her aware that it did not matter to the other.
"Yoko, you look so hot like this. You look like my pregnant wife who is looking after me. Please allow me to fuck you. I cannot handle this anymore."
