Gretha says something

Gretha moans, "Yes My Lord, fill me with your lust and sire your bastard in me."

Time seems to stand still while your brain wrestled with her statement. Do you really want this whore, whose womb has been defiled by many men, to bore the result of your lust, even if you wouldn't be sure that it would be yours instead of someone else? Of course, your head says no but yet your cock eagerly pumps your load inside her.

Let nature has its way, let it continues what you and Gretha have started. The two of you fornicated, and the result is something inevitable.

And so you find yourself slowly nodding to this whore who had ridden you like a horse. Nodding to say that you find sowing your wild oats in her widely explored and trampled garden appealing.

The two of you hold your mutual climaxes for what seemed like minutes. Eventually, your mating ceased and Gretha rest on top of you while recovering. After she had recovered somewhat, Gretha raised her head and starts to kiss you passionately, her tongue pushing into your mouth, seeking yours. Even though no words are exchanged, you know she is showing her gratitude to the man that would become the father of her baby.

After a while, Gretha pulled away and you notice very little cum come out of her.

"Ye let 'im took you bareback, Gretha," the redhead says.

"I know, Bera, but once he's inside of me, I couldn't stop," Gretha replies, finally acknowledging the two spectators' presence.

"Did you take the tea beforehand?" the petite cutie asks.

"No."

"Well, I hope you don't get pregnant,"

"So do I, Gina, but I suspect I will since it's that time for me,"

You groan as you look at Gretha's belly, and imagining it swells with your bastard over the coming months. As your cock rises at that image, you realize that unlike your previous fornications and adulteries, this time you have witnesses to the deed. That itself could lead to trouble.