There's No ''I'' In Pregnancy

Cory Chase won't stop butting in. She tells Codey and his wife Laney they have to take prenatal classes together, and she shows up to every one like it's her job. Codey and Laney roll their eyes and try to ignore her, but Cory's deaf to the vibe. She keeps pushing in, dragging them through everything she did in class years ago. She wants Codey learning the breathing and rubbing skills, so she coaches him. Laney keeps getting it "wrong," according to Cory, who practically shoves her stepson's wife aside and plops right down between Codey's legs. Her back against his chest, she takes his hands and starts moving them over her body, claiming it's practice. Every press and squeeze lights up a charge neither of them expected. Laney watches, jealousy flashing hot in her cheeks. She coughs, fiddles, tries to pull Codey’s gaze back, but he’s all in with his stepmom’s guided tour. Tired of the game, Laney grabs her coat and stomps out, leaving Cory and Codey tangled up alone. They tell themselves it’s just more practice for Laney’s benefit. But every touch winds tighter, every breath gets hungrier, until Cory’s legs part wider and Codey’s cock hardens against her. Cory murmurs it’s so he’ll know what Laney needs, even as she grinds back, guiding his hands straight to her pussy. Codey groans, fingers sliding over slick heat, and any last excuse burns away when he pushes inside her, driving deep while the last of their restraint crumbles.