I lay on the examination table, my legs spread wide in the stirrups, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath after that powerful orgasm. My p***y was still twitching and leaking, leaving a wet spot on the paper sheet beneath me. Dr. Kane stood between my thighs, his fingers still in my mouth, making me taste my own juices. His eyes were dark with lust as he watched me suck them clean like an obedient slut.
“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice low and commanding. “You taste sweet, don’t you? That married p***y is dripping all over my exam table. Such a naughty patient.”
He slowly pulled his fingers from my mouth, a string of saliva connecting them to my lips. I whimpered softly, already missing the fullness. My body felt electric, every nerve ending alive and begging for more.
Dr.
