Chapter 148: Both My Chest and Dick Is a Lot Bigger Than Yours
After they all jerked off frantic in their separate corners—pants shoved down hasty around ankles, fists pumping desperate and slick to Emily’s heat-fuelled feed still searing brains raw, grunts echoing private as loads spilled hot.
They were feeling like horny teenagers who had just seen a pussy for the first time in their life.
"I feel like teenager," Hellen whispered.
"We all do!" Reyes snarled.
They quickly changed into spare clothes pulled from Ivory’s trunk stash for bloody ops or stakeouts gone sideways, the three alphas regrouped by the black SUV tense, dishevelled, and post-nut glowering.
"Where the hell did you even dig up these clothes—seriously?" Reyes asked irritated sharp, tugging hard at the tight black tactical shirt hugging her frame way too snug across her chest and broad shoulders, seams straining taut with every breath. "There’s nothing good about it at all—it’s squeezing me like a full-body vice grip!"
"Mine fits perfect and comfy, thank you very much," Hellen said smug satisfaction, adjusting her looser cargo pants smooth over her hips, honey-citrus scent still spiked high post-relief haze lingering sweet.
The clothes came straight from Ivory’s car trunk—sealed vacuum packs of nondescript emergency gear tucked neat—black tees, camo pants, hoodies zipped for ops gone wet with blood or stakeouts dragging endless nights.
"These are the spares clothes that we use for undercover missions," Ivory said.
Reyes snarled, "I hate these! Don’t you have anything other than this?"
"You should be damn glad I stock these spares like a pro—your old clothes were ruined sticky-mess from your frantic little solo party back there," Ivory scowled teasing light, leaning casual against the hood with her keys dangling loose from one finger spinning slow. "How many rounds did you even blow off, Reyes? Three quick? Four like a fiend?"
"Not your nosy-ass cop business one bit—back the fuck off my count," Reyes snapped red-faced hot, crossing her arms tight over her chest to hide the faint damp spots blooming obvious on the fabric.
"Soldier girl, you’re wearing my spare kit right now—looks as it will burst at any second," Ivory smirked. She shook her head slightly. "Although, it would be pointless as there is nothing to see."
"Yours?! Have you even looked at yourself in a mirror lately? Those huge melons of yours can’t stay contained for shit in that damn dress—spilling out everywhere like overripe fruit which gets discarded!" Reyes yelled back hot and loud, gesturing wild emphatic at Ivory’s low-cut top barely holding her ample chest in check, cleavage heaving with her laugh.
"Not just the tits hogging space—my dick’s too damn big for these pants too, bulging obvious front and centre. Feels restricting good though, like a tease," Ivory smirked shamelessly.
She shifted her stance deliberate to emphasize the thick tent pitching fabric, hand palming it casual once.
"Are you mocking me?!"
"Of course, I am~"
Reyes glared down furious at her own significantly smaller chest squeezed unflattering tight in the shirt. "So, what if yours are bigger showy—flashy fake perk doesn’t win jack in the real game!"
"Emily liked mine straight from our first meet-up clean and simple—I caught her staring hungry at my chest so many times, eyes lingering long and curious like she wanted a taste," Ivory said casual brag easy, puffing her chest out proud a touch with a wink.
Both Hellen and Reyes froze stock-still shocked—eyes widening in mutual stab of jealousy, mouths parting slight.
Reyes recovered snarling vicious fast as lightning. "They’re just useless lumps of fat dragging you down heavy! Vestigial organs at best—pretty to look but no real goddamn function worth shit!"
"Well, if Emily wants to play squeeze or suck on them greedy, I’d let her dive right in happy—no holding back," Ivory laughed throaty deep and rich, dodging Reyes’ punch. "You can’t even do that."
Hellen snarled deep from the throat guttural, stepping forward aggressive one boot thud. "Shut your flapping mouth right now! Chest size means absolute shit—the dick size and knot girth matter most for breeding her proper deep and full!"
"Well, yours look pathetically smaller in both cases flat and sad. Did you even hit puberty proper back in the day, or just skip straight past it like a growth-stunt freak?" Ivory fired back laughing harder belly-deep, dodging another Reyes lunge with a quick twist.
"What the fuck did you just say to me?! Want me to kill you slow and painful right here on the spot, you fucking bitch with those fake bolted-on tits?!" Hellen roared veins popping neck, fist clenching bone-white knuckle-crack as she lunged half-serious.
"Bring it then—let’s see that tiny threat try! My rack’s all natural, earned hard!" Ivory taunted back fearless grin.
"Natural my ass—probably pumped full silicone like your ego!" Reyes piled on hot, shoving Ivory’s shoulder light.
"Jealous much, short-stack? Emily will motorboat these winners first chance!" Ivory crowed, cupping her chest bounce demonstrative. "Besides, I will motorboat hers when I rut her senseless."
"Enough—your tits are useless and sloppy!" Hellen spat venom.
"Sloppy? These are prime pillows—soft landing for her pretty face post-knot," Ivory winked unrelenting.
"I will cut those melons and throw them down the drain!"
"Let’s just kill her already!"
"Shut up both you childish idiots—and get rid of that goddamn drum already, acid’s about done bubbling Viktor’s slop to nothing," Ivory smiled at them.
"You are the idiot here!"
"Me? Well, fine as long as you admit that your dicks and chests are smaller than mine—I will happily agree to be the idiot among all of us."
"You—"
"You bitch—"
"Go and drink some milk, and foods that can increase your testosterone levels. Also, use some oils on your chest—maybe yours will increase too."
Ivory shook her head exasperated with a final smirk triumphant, sliding fluid into the driver’s seat smooth, engine rumbling throaty alive as she peeled out gravel-crunching slow deliberate, leaving the two alphas coughing dust clouds thick in her smirking wake.
It was crystal clear Ivory owned this banter round full throttle—victory clean and undisputed.
And both Hellen and Reyes knew it perfect deep down, scowling mutual helpless as her taillights faded red in the distance, gravel still settling slow.
"We lost?"
"We did."
"But how?!"
"She came prepared this time..."
"Fuck!"
