Maggie’s legs were still trembling as Dr. Julian Hawthorne helped her sit up on the exam chair. His thick c*m was leaking slowly down her inner thighs in warm, sticky trails. She felt utterly used, her p***y pulsing with aftershocks, yet a deep, satisfied warmth spread through her entire body like nothing she had ever experienced before.
Julian didn’t rush to clean her up or end the session. Instead, he stood between her spread legs, his broad chest still rising and falling, c**k still half-hard and glistening with their combined juices. He gently stroked her cheek with his thumb, his piercing blue eyes dark with raw desire.
“You did so incredibly well, Maggie,” he murmured, his voice low and intimate. “Your body responds to me like it was made for this. So wet. So eager. So perfectly ti
