Elena arrived at the clinic on the third night feeling like her body was on fire. Her breasts were even fuller than before, heavy and aching, the milk pressing so hard against her skin that every movement made her n*****s leak in slow, warm trails down her chest. She wore only the long black coat again, her naked body underneath already tingling with need. Between her legs, she was slick and ready before she even stepped inside.
This time, the entire clinic was dark and quiet. Dr. Marcus Kane had cleared his schedule completely. No other patients, no staff—just the two of them. When she walked into the private exam room, he was waiting. The wide padded table in the center of the room had been cleared off, and the lights were turned low, giving everything a soft, warm glow.
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