"There is... a third option," he begins, his voice dropping into a murmur once more. He seems to hesitate, his hand even pausing mid-rub of your pussy.
"You know I love you, Phoebe. And I discovered that I love you in new ways last night. Nobody has ever been able to fit all of me inside. I know you've often had disagreements with your mother. Be my wife. Replace her, and we can leave her alone and poor," he says, and without warning he shoves two of his fingers into your slit.
You squeal from the sudden pleasure.
"I know your body wants me. Your eyes have been focused on my crotch the entire time. Just say yes, and I'll organise the divorce papers immediately. I'll have my lawyers fake your identity, and we'll start a new family on the other side of town where no-one will recognise you," he says, now fingering you in earnest.
Unable to think straight, you can't bring yourself to say no immediately.
"I'll fuck kids into you, and you'll love it," he says, pulling out his pussy-juice coated fingers and running them over your belly.
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