NELSON.
Nelly’s words were still hanging in the air, her voice all hoarse and desperate. “Nelson… I need you to f**k me. Please. I’m dripping down my thighs. Just put it in—”
I didn’t say s**t. I just sat up fast on that exam table, grabbed her by the waist and flipped her around. Her back hit the paper-covered table with a loud crinkle. I stood between her spread legs, my thick c**k still wet and shiny from her spit and throat.
“Finally,” I growled, looking down at her.
She was a mess already—hair all over the place, spit shining on her chin and those gigantic bare t**s, eyes wild and hungry. Her nurse skirt was bunched up around her waist, white panties soaked dark at the crotch. I hooked my fingers in them and ripped them down her legs in one rough pull, tossing them across the room
