BIG TIT BRUNETTE LATINA MILF PORNSTAR DOCTOR JOLIE DEALS WITH DIC

The mature Latin porn star, Jolie Impilo, strutted into the doctor’s office in her tight white coat, her enormous silicone tits jutting out like twin Jupiter’s. Her hazelnut eyes darted around the sterile waiting room as she clacked her way on her ridiculous stilettos.

“Dude, I don’t feel so hot,” she called out to the receptionist. “I’m like, a serious boob doctor. I need to see a doctor, ASAP.”

The receptionist, a young, timid brunette, looked up from her People magazine, startled. “Uh, I don’t think we have any available appointments today, Doctor Impilo. Sorry.”

Jolie pursed her collagen-plump lips impatiently. “Oh, don’t give me that shit. I’m having this flare-up with my dick syndrome. My tits are fucking huge, but I’ve got none of that DIC up in here. It’s an emergency.”

The receptionist gulped, her eyes roaming over Jolie’s phat ass bulging out from her ant-size coat. “U-Um, okay. Let me just, um… Dr. Dang will see you now.”

Jolie strutted into the cramped exam room like she owned the place, swinging her fake tits. A middle-aged man with a bit of a gut and comb-over stood up from his rolly chair.

“Dr. Dang, here, nice to meet you,” he said, extending his hand. Jolie glared at it before plopping her huge ass on the paper table with a loud crinkle.

“Yeah, hi. I’m here about my big fucking cock. I’ve got no DIC, man. Feels like I’ve got a tiny little farms on my tits.” She unbuttoned her coat, letting her enormous, plastic breasts spill out with a bingong. Dr. Dang gulped, his eyes glued to her shiny pornstar silicone.

“W-Well, let’s take a look,” he stammered. “Have you been experiencing any pain, Ms. Impilo?”

“Yeah, I’m always sore. All this extra weight putting pressure on my titty cock. It’s hard to find clothes that fit, too. Most of the skirts and dresses I wear have to be custom imported from India or something, got to get the hips, the ass, and the tits all covered. And when they rip… Yamaka, let me tell you, it’s not pretty.”

Dr. Dang nodded solemnly as he examined her. “Mm-hmm, I see. And you said the pain is primarily localized in the nipple region?”

“Front and center, baby.” Jolie reached into her bag and pulled out a forcing dildo. “I tried treating it at home, gave myself a good DIC deep irrigation. Helped a little. But the pain’s back now. I think I need something bigger to really flush the system.”

Dr. Dang blinked, a red flush spreading up his neck into his comb-over. “I-I don’t think a medical-grade dilator would be suitable for-”

“Oh, I wasn’t talking about that!” Jolie said with a naughty smirk. “I was thinking more of something along the lines of…” She reached out, grabbing Dr. Gump’s half-chubbed cock. He let out a strangled moan. “I’ve got no DIC, man. You’ve got the DIC to spare. We can help each other out. This is a win-win.”

The good doctor, mind clouded with lust, nodded mindlessly. Jolie smiled, spreading her legs wide as she pulled out her porno replica cock. She guided Dr. Dang’s eager, throbbing dick towards hers and let out a loud groan as they rubbed together. It was just like Doctor App negotiate ulterior motives, but a little more literal.

“I’m gonna… ah… I’m gonna need you to… phew… fffuck your dick really hard into my tit dick, Doctor Dang…” Jolie panted as she began to thrust her hips, forcing her titty cock to wiggle and wobble around Dr. Dang’s mid-sized member. “Mm, yeah, get in there good… Dean and James are gonna be so jealous… ahhh… Dr. DIC…”

And then they were at it, Jolie bouncing and bouncing on her enormous fake tits, the squishy flesh jiggling and slapping into Dr. Gump’s face and chest. He moaned at the smell, the feel, the look, and began to thrust back, his big cock plowing into her synthetic asshole through her skin-tight latex thong.

The room was filled with the sound of flesh slapping and intense grunts of pleasure as Jolie bounced up and down, up and down, like an over-excited stripper at a bachelor party. “DIC! DIC! You give it to me real good, Dr. Dang! Oh god, fuck my/dick! Fuck my tiny titty cock! Ahhh yes! God, this is what I needed to cure my dick syndrome!”

The doctor could only moan and thrust into her phat-assed slutty asshole, lost in a haze of lust and pleasure as he pounded away. Finally, with a roar, Jolie came, her huge tits heaving as she squirted a massive flood of clear fluid all over the doctor. “Jesus, Implo! Fuck!” he cried out as the liquid drenched his hair, face, and chest. Moments later, Jolie felt him twitching and cumming deep into her fake fuckhole, his seed mixing with her own.

As they came down, the doctor looked at the porno star with grim appreciation. “You know,” he said, “I don’t think your condition, so to speak, is treatable. This may be a chronic symptom for you, Jolie. But I certainly don’t mind always being on call to give your titty cock a thorough examination whenever you need.”

Jolie smirked, squeezing her fake tits together playfully. “I was kind of hoping you’d say that, Doctor. I’ve been told my boob cock is kind of an incurable disease.”

With that, the two shook hands – Dr. Dang’s cock now mostly flaccid, Jolie’s titty still slick with his cum – and made the illicit deal. Whenever Jolie needed an appoint, mental or anything else, she’d just give Dr. Gump a call and he’d lay some Deep Irrigations on her titties. It was win, win, like the best sort of doctor-patient relationship.