Greedy Creampies: Making This OUR Pregnancy

Jayden came through the bedroom door glowing. The IVF had worked. She pressed Vicki's hand to the barely-swollen belly and kissed her hard, whispering the news between short, hot breaths. Then she reached into her nightstand and laid a heavy strap-on on the sheets—an uncut cock molded to twitch, pulse, and shoot thick white ropes just like the real thing. She wanted Vicki inside her. She wanted both of them to feel every drop of seed that started this life. Vicki’s fingers closed around the shaft and strapped it on, the weight already making her hips roll with purpose. Jayden spread beneath her, slick and ready. Vicki slid in slow, stretching her open, then drove deeper until their bellies met. Each thrust dragged a gasp from Jayden’s throat. They lost count of rounds. Vicki changed angles, rolling Jayden onto her side, then onto her hands and knees, filling her again and again. The toy flexed, spurted, coated Jayden’s walls in warm, sticky spurts that spilled out and slid down her thighs. Jayden clenched and begged for more. Vicki obliged—thrust, gush, repeat—until the sheets were damp with seed and sweat and both of them trembled with the certainty that the baby now belonged to the pair of them.