Chapter 124

Lyra

I know y’all might be wondering… oh my God, how the hell can she even do this? Is Lyra suddenly a fucking stripper now? Is she some expert in seduction?

How can she possibly satisfy Damon with that swollen belly between them and milk leaking out of her tits like she’s already in heat for the next century? Isn’t she sore? Doesn’t it hurt? Wouldn’t the pregnancy affect her performance?

Jokes on you, baby girl.

Because this bitch was built for this.

And I mean it… built. For. This.

Hahaha. Let me be so real right now. I’ve watched a shitload of porn growing up. Yeah. I said it. Don’t judge me. Save the fake gasps and church-girl blushes, because at some point in your life, you were right there with me… scrolling through pages, finding the one that hit just right.

That one video that made your toes curl and your fingers slip between your thighs before you could even think about it.

That was me. Over and over. I watched everythi