I laid there, panting, legs sprawled and trembling, the cool air kissing my slick thighs.
His c*m still dripped out of me, thick and warm, sliding down the back of my thigh onto the paper sheet below.
Dr. Caldwell leaned over me, unhurried as he traced a finger down my sweat-slicked chest, circling one hardened n****e with clinical precision. His stare didn’t waver.
“You look good like this,” he said. “Completely ruined.”
I swallowed hard. “You’re insatiable.”
His lips curled. “And you haven’t tapped out yet.”
My body flinched when his fingers slid between my thighs again, right over my oversensitive c**t. I gasped, back arching.
“Still sensitive,” he murmured. “But not saying no.”
I shook my head. “Never.”
That was all he needed.
His mouth descended between my legs before I coul
