Ivy bent over the coffee table

You awaken with much of your energy back but with no idea how long you've been out. After you prop yourself up on your elbow, you rub the grogginess out of your eyes. As your senses come back to you, you wonder what the commotion is that you can hear in front of you.

After blinking several times to let your eyes focus, you finally make out Ivy bent over the low coffee table. Her wavy green hair is frazzled and her round glasses are almost off her face. Behind her, The Boss kneels over her prone form. Though you can't see it directly from here, it's obvious from the look on Ivy's face that she's getting pounded by the monster cock that filled you with seed earlier. She notices you're awake and gives you a lust-drunk smile as her whole torso bounces with every thrust.

You smile back but your moment is cut short as her eyes lose focus and her jaw relaxes. A lustful groan escapes her mouth as The Boss holds himself inside her. You can only watch with awe as with thrust after thrust he fills her up more and more. When he finally does finish he slowly pulls himself all the way out, his still-stiff member glistening with Ivy's wetness as he begins getting up. He finishes his session with Ivy with a firm slap to her ass, prompting her to chuckle and come down off her knees, sliding her torso off the coffee table until she's sitting on the floor.

As The Boss walks away you push yourself to sit fully upright. Between heavy breaths Ivy asks you, "How're you feeling?"

"Good," you nod. "Well-rested. How long was I out?"

"Oh, maybe half an hour," she replies while checking her glasses. Only 30 minutes? You feel like you've been asleep for hours! Could this be what a good fucking does to you?

You lean back in the couch as Ivy continues to get her wind back. You now notice that on the bed in the far end of the room lays the heavily-pregnant blonde, sleeping on her side with her bulging belly facing you.

You begin looking around the rest of the room just as The Boss sweeps across the room again. He heads over to his desk, opening a drawer and checking some paperwork as he pulls on a black blazer with a bold "R" embroidered on the pocket. As he examines the papers he pulled out you give his outfit a good look-over. The blazer perfectly matches the black turtleneck and slacks that complete his Team Rocket themed ensemble. His fit even looks a bit familiar, though you can't quite place where you've seen it before.

The two other pregnant women soon join him at the desk. Each of them give one of his arms a sultry hug, leaning into him as if to silently beg for his attention. With a curt, "Let's get going," The Boss stuffs a few papers inside his jacket and turns towards the glass doors. He leads the three of them out the room, careful to pace himself to give the girls on his arms a comfortable pace.

As you watch them leave the room and head down the hall a lump forms in your throat. Though this hallway isn't too busy, Team Rocket members are regularly passing up and down with a full view of the entire room. You blush at the thought of all the grunts that watched you get utterly dominated by The Boss's cock.