Lesbian's Creampie Cravings - Suttin & Alex Mack

Alex and Suttin hang in the kitchen, his hand shaking a bit when he hands her the mug. "How'd the clinic treat you?" he asks. "Not great," she fires back, straight. Turns out Jenna and her dumped a month's rent just to watch their sample sit in a fridge like leftover takeout. The whole place smells like rubber and paperwork, and Suttin swears a kid needs more than plastic cups and timers, it needs heat, it needs the real thing: someone's cock pushing in, cock shooting off. She says it plain as laundry— they want Alex to be the cock, literally. He stops breathing for a second. "You mean, actually fuck a baby into you?" Suttin just smirks, tells him the kid's theirs, Jenna's and hers; his only job is to cum inside, then he can high-five the next pizza guy. He weighs it, almost chickens out, then nods, already half-hard just thinking about it. She peels her jeans off right there on the linoleum, sits up on the counter, legs spread like an invitation she's wanted to give since the waiting-room magazines ran out. Alex steps between her knees, drags his dick through the wet he finds, hears her laugh because, fuck, it's been a while since anything with a pulse got up there. They fuck hard, no rhythm but plenty of hips slapping the cabinet doors, Suttin biting his shoulder every time he bottoms out so he gets the message: finish deep, leave the mess, go on living. He grips her ass, slams until she swears louder than the toaster, then unloads, pulse after pulse filling her like the walls aren't thin and the neighbor isn't right on the other side. They stay joined while it settles, Suttin grinning like she just beat a high score on the dirtiest arcade machine in town.