An Unexpected Craving

Emma's just starting her pregnancy glow-up, finally sitting down with her fresh doula, Claire, for the first official chat. They kick off with the usual stuff—breathing techniques, prenatal vibes, that kinda jazz. But then Claire's eyes pop wide when Emma spills the beans: she's got this wild craving for creampies. Her hubby? He's been pumping them out non-stop till he's flat-out drained, haven't even gotten hers in days. Emma's practically squirming, begging Claire to hook her up right there on the spot. Claire freezes, a little thrown off at first, cheeks flushing like, 'Whoa, is this in the doula handbook?' But Emma's got that desperate puppy-dog plea, and damn if it doesn't work its magic. Before you know it, they're easing into some hushed, steamy action—hands roaming soft curves, breaths syncing up in the quiet room. Tension spikes hard when they hear Emma's husband shuffling upstairs, creaking those steps like a horror flick. They freeze, hearts pounding, but the heat wins out. Claire slides in deep, building that rhythm slow and electric, till she finally unleashes the creampie Emma's been dying for. Emma lets out this satisfied sigh, craving quenched... at least until the next wave hits.