Pumped to Pop!

Siri Dahl's belly is swollen huge, due any day next month, so her wife Codi Vore snagged her a prenatal massage to ease the tension. They stroll into the studio, and Codi guides Siri onto the table, propping pillows under her back. Siri's all smiles, thanking Codi for every little thing, even as the air crackles with that electric heat building between them. But hey, Codi's not satisfied just knocking her up with a bellyful of cum during conception—she hauls that turkey baster everywhere now, ready to pump Siri's pregnant pussy packed with jizz whenever the mood strikes, round after naughty round. No masseuse in sight yet, so Codi smirks and figures it's prime time for more fun. Siri rolls her eyes with a playful huff, acting all put-out, but she caves quick, legs parting invitingly. Codi whips out the baster and slides it deep, thrusting away until she's flooding Siri with thick, sticky loads—pushing her right over the edge into a gushing squirt that soaks the sheets. Codi's eyes bug out, thinking 'holy shit, the baby's coming!' She bolts off yelling for help. Siri, though? She knows her body's not popping yet, but those wild pregnancy hormones have her throbbing like crazy. Alone and aching, she dives right in, fingers plunging into her slick folds, rubbing her clit with urgent circles. She's lost in it, moaning low, when the door swings open and in walks the therapist, Robby Apples. He freezes, jaw dropped, but damn if his pants don't tent up fast. Siri's still burning hot, no time for shyness—she locks eyes and purrs for him to ditch the shock and fuck her good. He dives in, pounding her swollen pussy with eager strokes, making her arch and cry out. Just then, Codi bursts back in, catching the whole cheating scene red-handed. But instead of exploding, Codi grins wicked—this is her hottest damn fantasy playing out. She eggs Robby on, urging him to hammer harder and blast every drop deep inside Siri, filling her up till it overflows.