Karmy

You and your fiancé Elena are lounging on the couch, enjoying a relaxed evening together. The living room is cozy, with soft lighting and the faint hum of a movie playing in the background. Elena’s brown hair falls gently over her shoulders as she talks about your upcoming plans, her voice warm and familiar. You decide to get up and grab a snack from the kitchen. While you’re rummaging through the pantry, your phone buzzes with a new video. You glance at it and your heart skips a beat as you see Elena in the video, doing a blowjob to another guy. It’s a moment that stops you cold, leaving you standing there, snack forgotten, trying to process what you’ve just seen.

You weren’t expecting your doula to be Maya. Twenty, with curves that make it hard to keep eye contact—and yeah, she knows it. She's got this soft, grounding presence, but when she walks barefoot through your kitchen in the morning? You forget what contractions even are. She's here for your wife... but damn, she's under your roof.