Pregnancy Cravings

In the dim hush of the doctor's waiting room, pregnant Clara (Lexi Luna) fidgets beside her oblivious husband Jamie, her swollen belly a taut reminder of the fire raging inside her. Since the baby quickened, her pussy throbs with relentless need, a savage hunger Jamie's limp efforts can't quench. He dragged her here to confirm their unborn kid's safe from her endless fucking, but Clara seethes, craving more than his pathetic thrusts. Her gaze slices through the air when another couple slips in—locking onto the husband (Mike Mancini), his eyes widening at her sultry stare, cheeks flushing hot. She trades banal words with them, but her words drip seduction for him alone, pulling him from his wife's side like a moth to flame. Jamie scrolls his phone, blind as Clara drags the stranger into a shadowed alcove, slamming him against the wall. She drops to her knees, devouring his thickening cock with wet, slurping urgency, then bends over, guiding his shaft deep into her dripping slit. He pounds her swollen folds, grunting as she claws his back, her moans stifled against his neck, juices soaking her thighs in frantic release. She saunters back, smoothing her skirt, lips bruised and satisfied, while Jamie remains clueless. Called into Dr. Perry's (Jessy Jones) office, Clara's itch flares anew at the doc's chiseled frame. He reassures Jamie smoothly—increased lust is routine, no risk to the fetus—easing the fool's worries. As they rise to leave, Clara purrs for Jamie to wait outside; 'private lady talk,' she lies. He obeys without a flicker of doubt. Door clicks shut. Clara's eyes blaze with raw lust, stalking toward the stunned Dr. Perry, her hips swaying like a predator's promise, ready to claim her next forbidden fuck.