Biscuits

Elizabeth knelt in front of her husband, her tits covered in his cum, her tongue working his ass ring as his hands gently stroked her hair. The door to the room opened, and Elizabeth was astonished to see Katie there, her belly swollen.

"Katie?" Elizabeth croaked absently. She didn't try to cover herself. Modesty had long eluded the stripper and prostitute. And Katie had been raised far more by Antoine and Kelly.

"Mom," Katie said curtly. She nodded at the pimp. "Lamar. We need to talk."

"About that?" Elizabeth said, nodding at the baby bump. Katie chuckled.

"We can get to that. Let's start with biscuits."