الدكتورة امال شرموطة فاجرة مكبوتة? تتناك مع مريضها جو المصحة ??
The enticing aroma of incense wafted through the dimly lit room, the only illumination coming from the flickering amber glow of the oil lamp. The obese Dr. Amal, a plump, hijab-clad Egyptian sexpot, reclined languidly on a tawdry divan, her ample bosom heaving with each ragged breath. Her patients, eager Egyptian men, were lined up outside, impatiently awaiting their turn to sample her wares.
Amal reached for a lipstick from her make-up pouch and applied it with deft skill. Her slender fingers carefully traced her voluptuous lips as the vibrant fuchsia colour transformed her mouth into a seductive beacon. Satisfied, she smacked her lips together, the sticky sounds echoing through the room.
A sudden knock at the door jolted Amal from her sensual reverie. She called out in a breathy voice, “Enter! Your doctor awaits!”
The door creaked open, and in stumbled an apprehensive young man, his wide eyes darting nervously from Amal’s ample assets to the plush, erotic furnishings of the room. He cleared his throat, “Dr. Amal, I believe I require a… thorough examination.”
Amal’s eyes narrowed into a sultry look, and a wicked grin tugged at the corners of her lipstick-smeared lips. “Of course, my dear patient. Please… disrobe.” She gestured towards a velvet-draped examination table.
As the man began to undress, Amal rose from the divan, her voluptuous form clad only in a lacy, semi-transparent burqa that did little to conceal her assets. She sauntered towards him, hips swaying hypnotically, and proceeded to inspect his body with a critical eye.
“Hmmm,” she purred, “I’ll need to take a closer look. Bend over the table and spread ’em, honey.”
The man complied, his face flushed with arousal as Amal lifted his burqa and positioned herself behind him. Her plump, sweat-slicked cheeks pressed against his buttocks as she began the ‘examination’.
Despite her hefty girth, Amal’s movements were fluid and graceful. She licked her lips, relishing his intoxicating scent as her hands drifted lower, fingers dipping teasingly between his ass cheeks. The man shuddered, a soft moan slipping past his lips.
Amal’s ministrations continued, her nimble fingers exploring every inch of his body while she crooned words of encouragement. “Allah be praised, what a healthy specimen you are! And such stamina, too…”
The man’s moans grew louder, more wanton, as Amal worked him into a frenzy. His muscles tensed, thighs quivering, as waves of raw ecstasy coursed through him. Suddenly, a torrent of sticky essence gushed forth, coating Amal’s hand in a rupture of primal bliss.
Satisfied, Amal rose to her feet and wiped her hand on a hastily procured tissue. The man, finally released from his torment, slumped over the examination table, chest heaving.
Amal smiled, her chestnut eyes sparkling with triumph. She had once again proven her prowess as a doctor. Perhaps her next patient would be even more… enticing. With a contented sigh, she settled back onto her divan to await the next arrival, already imagining the depraved delights to come.
