"Thank you," he said.
She laughed against his shoulder.
Her enormous boobs shaking with it against his back.
"Sentimental," she said.
"Practical."
He grabbed Soha by the wrist.
Pulled her up from the table — her legs going around his waist automatically, her pussy still full of him, the pregnant belly pressing against his lower abs with the new angle. Her arms found his shoulders, her face in the curve of his neck, her body now held off the ground entirely by his grip and her own clenching thighs.
"Wait — WAIT — I'm going to fall—"
"You won't."
PAH—
He thrust upward.
Soha's whole body jolted in the air — her pregnant belly bouncing with the impact, her boobs swinging upward and slapping against his chest, the dark nipples dragging across his pectoral.
"AANGH — HHN — AAANGH~!!"
The succubus moved behind Soha.
