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Emma's belly's just starting to show that early pregnancy glow, and she's chatting up her new doula, Claire, for the first time. They swap some small talk—usual stuff like due dates and breathing tricks—but then Emma drops the bomb: she's got this wild craving for creampies. Yeah, her hubby's been pounding away, filling her up night after night, but the poor guy's wiped out, totally spent. Hasn't pumped a load into her in days, and she's climbing the walls. Emma's eyes light up with desperation. She straight-up begs Claire to scratch that itch—right there on the spot. 'Come on, give me a creampie, please?' Claire's eyes go wide, hesitation kicking in hard; this ain't in the doula handbook. But Emma's got that cocky charm, wearing her down with whispers and a sly touch or two. Before long, Claire caves, and they dive into this hushed, steamy fuck session. Quiet moans, skin slapping softly, bodies grinding slow and deliberate to keep the noise down. Tension spikes when they hear footsteps—Emma's husband tromping around upstairs. They freeze, hearts pounding, breaths held tight. Close call, but the coast clears. Claire ramps it up, thrusting deep and steady, building that naughty rhythm until she unloads right inside, flooding Emma with the warm creampie she's been dying for. Emma sighs, satisfied... for now, anyway. That craving's a beast; it'll be back.
Emma's belly's just starting to show that early pregnancy glow, and she's chatting up her new doula, Claire, for the first time. They swap some small talk—usual stuff like due dates and breathing tricks—but then Emma drops the bomb: she's got this wild craving for creampies. Yeah, her hubby's been pounding away, filling her up night after night, but the poor guy's wiped out, totally spent. Hasn't pumped a load into her in days, and she's climbing the walls. Emma's eyes light up with desperation. She straight-up begs Claire to scratch that itch—right there on the spot. 'Come on, give me a creampie, please?' Claire's eyes go wide, hesitation kicking in hard; this ain't in the doula handbook. But Emma's got that cocky charm, wearing her down with whispers and a sly touch or two. Before long, Claire caves, and they dive into this hushed, steamy fuck session. Quiet moans, skin slapping softly, bodies grinding slow and deliberate to keep the noise down. Tension spikes when they hear footsteps—Emma's husband tromping around upstairs. They freeze, hearts pounding, breaths held tight. Close call, but the coast clears. Claire ramps it up, thrusting deep and steady, building that naughty rhythm until she unloads right inside, flooding Emma with the warm creampie she's been dying for. Emma sighs, satisfied... for now, anyway. That craving's a beast; it'll be back.
