She pretends to adjust charts while he peeks through the half-open door—blonde nurse Barbie with stockings and nothing else under that flimsy gown. Sits down on the cold metal table like it’s just another patient visit, but her thighs part slow and deliberate when his fingers brush against her wetness. He doesn’t ask permission; she doesn’t stop him. Bent over backward, tits swinging toward the ceiling as he pounds into her from behind—her nails dig into the padded edge of the tabletop. Then she turns around, straddles his waist with those heavy tits bouncing free, and rides him until cum gushes out between them onto the sterile paper beneath them.
