Pumped to Pop!

Siri’s due next month, so Codi booked her a prenatal rubdown. They roll into the studio, Codi guiding Siri’s swollen body onto the table like she’s made of precious, wet cargo. Siri’s thankful, but she also knows the real reason Codi never leaves home without the turkey baster tucked in her bag: one load wasn’t enough; Codi wants her girl leaking cum on a daily basis. No therapist yet, so Codi pops the baster out, lines up, and shoves the cool nozzle deep into Siri’s slippery cunt. She squeezes every drop of thick spunk into that pregnant hole until Siri’s thighs shake and she gushes clear fluid in a messy squirt that splashes the sheets. Codi freaks, yelling “water broke!” and bolts for help. Siri knows she’s nowhere near labor, but those pregnancy hormones have her clit throbbing, so she slips two fingers between her puffy lips and rubs one out while she’s alone. Robby Apple walks in, finds her knuckles-deep and slick, and his jaw drops. Siri doesn’t miss a beat: “Get that cock over here and fuck me already.” She’s still riding his dick when Codi bursts back in, takes one look, and grins like it’s Christmas. “Finally,” she laughs. “Fill her up, man—don’t stop till she’s dripping.” Robby slams in harder, Siri moans louder, and Codi just watches, proud as hell.