Tan lines from stockings still visible where they were yanked off. Blonde curls messy, mascara smudged under eyes like she’s been at it for hours. She wasn’t supposed to be here—just another afternoon creampie session—but the door swung open wrong. Now she grinds slower, lips parted as if tasting something forbidden while his cock stretches her wide. First it was doggy-style over the armrests of that exam chair, fingers digging into vinyl until knuckles turned white. Then he flipped her onto her back, legs hooked over his shoulders as she took every inch without warning—her thighs quivering when he bottomed out inside her.
