Luna asks for more details

Luna leans in closer, her eyes wide with curiosity. "So, tell me more about these nights out," she says, a playful grin on her face. "And that janitor—Hugh, right? He's now a masseur? That’s… unexpected."

Amber chuckles, taking another sip of her drink. "Yeah, Hugh’s got a new gig. And honestly, he’s pretty good at it. His hands are made for massaging, I guess."

Luna raises an eyebrow, her interest piqued. "And what else is he good at?" she asks, her voice dropping to a whisper.

Amber smirks, catching the hint. "What do you want to know, Luna? If he’s big?"

Luna blushes, giving Amber a pat on the shoulder. "Yes, I want to know that. And… well, anything else you’re willing to share."

Amber grins, setting down her glass. "Hugh’s huge, alright. But the best part? He does exactly what he wants. I told you that in our fisrt time he promised just the tip? Yeah, he didn’t keep that promise. But damn, was it thrilling."

Luna’s eyes widen, and she leans back, clearly surprised by Amber’s frankness. "Thrilling? How so?"

Amber’s grin widens. "The way he thrust hard even after I told him not to. The feeling of his cum filling my womb… it’s something else. It’s like… surrender. Total surrender." She takes another sip, her eyes glazing over as she relives the memory.

Luna’s cheeks flush deeper, and she bites her lip. "I’ve never felt that way," she admits softly.

Amber raises an eyebrow. "What way? To be really screwed?"

Luna shakes her head quickly. "No, not that. No one has ever cum inside me. I mean… I’ve always used protection or stuck to oral sex. I wonder what it must feel like to be filled."

Amber considers this for a moment, then remembers something. "You don’t like pills, right? Still don’t take them?"

Luna nods, a small smile playing on her lips. "No, I don’t. I just prefer to stay away from those things. Oral and a bit of bed play is all I need, really."

Amber nods slowly, imagining Luna being fucked and receiving that creampie. The idea of Luna getting pregnant sends a shiver down Amber’s spine. She feels a sudden rush of arousal at the thought. "It’s nice," she says quietly. "Being filled up. Knowing someone wanted you that much…"

Luna shifts uncomfortably, changing the subject. "Anyway, enough about that. Let’s talk about something else."

They laugh together, the conversation lightening up again. The night is pleasant, filled with easy banter and shared jokes. But the undercurrent of their earlier discussion lingers, stirring something deep within Amber.