
Cory Chase and Gigi Dior step into the locker room in matching white tanks and dark purple shorts. Their bodies fill them out nicely, but the real story's underneath. Gigi catches the glow on Cory’s face right away and smirks. “You’re lit up—what happened?” Cory doesn’t hesitate. “Just found out I’m pregnant.” She lets a beat pass. “And it’s not my husband’s. It’s my step-son’s.” Gigi’s jaw drops, then spreads into a grin. “You mean he’s been emptying those balls inside you every night?” Cory nods, already tugging her tank up to free her breasts. Gigi peels hers off too. They stand there comparing, full tits hanging heavy, nipples stiff. Gigi leans in, sucking one nipple deep, tongue flicking. Cory slides her shorts down, steps out, then sits on the bench with legs wide. Gigi drops to her knees and licks straight up the slit, tasting every slick fold before she sucks on Cory’s clit. Cory grabs the bench edge and comes, thighs shaking around Gigi’s face. They trade places without a word. Cory buries her mouth between Gigi’s legs, tongue lapping hard circles, two fingers sliding in and out until Gigi’s hips buck and she cries out, pulsing around them. Still flushed, Gigi stands and catches her breath. “I left something at home,” she says. “You start without me.” She means me. She plans to be on her back in ten minutes, begging me to flood her the same way I flooded Cory.
Cory Chase and Gigi Dior step into the locker room in matching white tanks and dark purple shorts. Their bodies fill them out nicely, but the real story's underneath. Gigi catches the glow on Cory’s face right away and smirks. “You’re lit up—what happened?” Cory doesn’t hesitate. “Just found out I’m pregnant.” She lets a beat pass. “And it’s not my husband’s. It’s my step-son’s.” Gigi’s jaw drops, then spreads into a grin. “You mean he’s been emptying those balls inside you every night?” Cory nods, already tugging her tank up to free her breasts. Gigi peels hers off too. They stand there comparing, full tits hanging heavy, nipples stiff. Gigi leans in, sucking one nipple deep, tongue flicking. Cory slides her shorts down, steps out, then sits on the bench with legs wide. Gigi drops to her knees and licks straight up the slit, tasting every slick fold before she sucks on Cory’s clit. Cory grabs the bench edge and comes, thighs shaking around Gigi’s face. They trade places without a word. Cory buries her mouth between Gigi’s legs, tongue lapping hard circles, two fingers sliding in and out until Gigi’s hips buck and she cries out, pulsing around them. Still flushed, Gigi stands and catches her breath. “I left something at home,” she says. “You start without me.” She means me. She plans to be on her back in ten minutes, begging me to flood her the same way I flooded Cory.