I’m still twitching from the first orgasm when Dr. Kane curls her four fingers deeper inside me, stretching my soaked cunt wider. The new visitor’s footsteps sound in the hallway. My heart hammers so hard I can feel it in my throat.
“Don’t you dare close your legs,” she hisses, pumping slowly, deliberately, dragging her knuckles against my walls. “Let him see what a dripping mess you are.”
Marcus grips my left tit hard, using it as leverage while he strokes his thick c**k inches from my face. “f**k, look at her. Still cumming and she’s already begging for more with those greedy eyes.”
I shake my head weakly. This is wrong. So f*****g wrong. But my hips lift anyway, chasing Dr. Kane’s hand like a desperate w***e. My p***y makes wet, filthy noises with every thrust. Juice runs down my ass
