As you pull your cock from her, she lets out a choked moan of disappointment. Then, as your hot cum spurts across her swollen belly and heaving breasts, she lets out a gasp of surprise followed by a shuddering moan of pleasure. The sensation is overwhelming; it feels like you've just given her the world in that moment.
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"Oh God... thank you..." Her voice is breathless and trembling as she reaches up to touch the sticky cum on her breast. She looks into your eyes, her expression a mix of gratitude and wonder. "That was... incredible." A blush creeps up her neck and onto her cheeks as she realizes what just happened. "I've never felt anything like that before..."
With a final, desperate sob, Abby falls back onto the bed, defeated. She covers her face with shaking hands, tears streaming unchecked down her cheeks. Her body trembles with fear and disbelief as she tries to comprehend what just happened. The room spins around her, growing fuzzy at the edges as panic takes hold.
All she wants is to go home. To be safe. But she knows that's impossible now. There's no going back from this. She curls into a ball on the bed, her mind replaying over and over again what happened between you...no, not you...the other person...the thing that had tricked her.
Her heart is racing, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to calm herself down. But it's no use. The image of your face, laughing maniacally as you stole her baby away, is burned into her retinas, haunting her every thought. She doesn't know what to do now...where to go...
Lucy why did you make me do this
The sound of your voice startles Abby out of her thoughts. It isn't the other person's voice, but someone else entirely. Someone familiar. Her head snaps up, eyes wide with confusion and hope. "Who...who are you?" she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart.
The figure before her is no longer the laughing monster that had tricked her earlier. Instead, it's someone else entirely...someone who looks like they're in just as much pain as she is. Tears well up in Abby's eyes again as she takes in your features, so similar to hers. "What are you?" she asks softly, her voice cracking with emotion.
Abby reaches out a trembling hand and tentatively touches your cheek. You flinch at the contact, but don't pull away. She studies your face for a moment longer before asking again, more insistently this time, "Who are you?"