She wears the uniform of authority—black vinyl apron over heavy tits, gloves slick with something that ain’t antiseptic. Bent over the treatment bed like a good patient, ass up for ‘therapy.’ First it’s just the injection: cold metal pressing where no doctor should go. Then her fingers trace wet lines down his crack. Patient plays along at first—legs trembling when she pins them back—but then he realizes she controls the pace. The needle disappears from view and something thick fills him from behind while he moans into the pillow. ‘You didn’t expect this kind of care,’ she murmurs against his ear as cum leaks out around her fingers.
