Tuesday at 4:58 I was on my knees again, shorts already off, cunt wet and faintly swollen from Thursday’s load that I’d only half cleaned.
Dr. Elena Voss locked the door, set her phone on the desk face-up, and looked at me.
“You sent the picture. You held most of it. Good. Mouth first today. Then I’m using you until you can’t clench properly. Open.”
I opened. She stepped close, hiked her skirt, and pulled my face against her cunt. I licked immediately—slow, thorough, tongue pushing into her the way she liked—while she gripped my hair and rolled her hips. She was soaked. I added two fingers, then three when she tugged harder, f*****g her while I sucked her c**t. Spit and her slick ran down my chin onto my chest. My own cunt dripped onto the carpet in a steady pulse. She came with a low s
