Eve Lawrence screws doctor

Title: Dr. Eve’s Erotic Consultation

Dr. Lawrence was getting used to the daily parade of raunchy patients at her unconventional medical practice. In a world where botox and boob jobs were the antiseptic norm, Eve had carved out a niche servicing fewer, but far kinkier clientele. Her patient today was Samantha, a busty brunette in desperate need of a tapered tit tweak.

Samantha strode into the exam room, her ample assets encased in a low-cut top that strained at the seams. She plopped onto the paper-covered table with a sultry smirk. “Doctor, my breasts, they have a mind of their own. They cause such commotion, driving every straight man wild. It’s a hija jug of hormones!”

Eve chuckled, snapping on latex gloves with a snap. “A occupational hazard of having such mouthwatering melons, I’m afraid. Let’s have a looksee.”

With a nimble flick, Eve untethered Samantha’s top, unleashing a double-barreled blast of barely contained cleavage. Reaching out, she tenderly cupped the heavy globes, giving them a soothing squeeze. “Lovely pair, truly stunning. But I can see they’ve caused some strain in your shoulders. Let’s see what we can do about that.”

Deftly, Eve worked her way around the tensed up tit tissue, her gloved hands expertly massaging and plumping. Before long, she was full on motorboating the rapper racks, getting lost in the unreal d-cup depths. “Mmmm, I think I’m starting to feel things loosening up in there.”

Samantha sighed in pleasure, her nipples growing stiff as China drums. “Ohhh yes Doctor, your udders are so magical. Is there anything else you can do? I feel so…naughty down there too. Maybe you could take a peak at that, as well?”

Eve raised an eyebrow, then slowly peeled the feisty femme’s skintight skirt down her thick thighs. Her unrimmed pussy glistened in the fluorescent lights, begging for attention. Eve couldn’t resist. She leaned in for a tantalising lick, dragging her tongue along the slick folds. “Hmm, I detect quite the bit of stress in this honey pot. Allow me to apply some healing honey…”

Like that, Eve was full-on pigging out on pussy, slurping and suckling like a hungry hog in a trough. Samantha squealed in ecstasy, grinding her crotch against the insistent tongue. But Eve wasn’t about to leave her other neglected nub dry. Using two gloved fingers, she began rubbing the engorged clit in slow circles, feeling it throb with tension.

“Ohhh my Goood!” Samantha wailed. “That’s the spot, Doctor! Finger fuck my fucking fanny! Ahhhh-hahahhh!”

Eve obliged, plowing the gloved digits in and out of the grasping groove with practiced pounding. Her other hand never stopped its circling of the quaking clit. Samantha was panting and bucking, her fat tits jiggling wildly, nearing the edge.

With a wet smack, Eve pulled her face back, strings of girl-goo connecting her chin to Samantha’s grotto. “You’re gonna cum hard on my fingers, aren’t you bitch? Hump them bitch! Paint my latex with that thick pink!!”

Samantha abandoned herself to the rapture, throbbing and spasming on the probing digits. “Ahhhh yeahhhh! Owwwweeeaaahhh! Fisting fuck drrrrreammm!” Her body convulsed in pleasured pulsations, her pussy purling like a plugged toilet as she let loose a flood of frothy female foam. It splattered onto the exam table like a dick drenching squirt storm.

Eve held her there, plunging and frigging, wringing every drop of dापile-p guilt gunk from her spasming snatch. Then pulled her fingers out with a wet pop, examining the ropey gelatin writhing over the polished latex. “Quite a flow, my dear. That should do the trick. You’ll also need to take this prescription…”

With that, Eve whipped out her prescription pad and scribbled a note, handing it to Samantha with a twinkle in her eye. “This should help calm the wayward twins. Take them out for some ‘research and development’ visits at least three times a week. Staff will be on hand for any clean up.”

Samantha slowly shakily rose to her feet, stuffing her deflating boobs back in her top. “Thank you Dr Lawrence, you’ve been amazing! I feel like a whole new woman! Or at least a bra-sized bigger one.”

Eve grinned, handing the ossified babe her prescription. “Anytime, my dear. That’s what I’m here for. Consider it the best unorthodox patient-doctor handbook available… maybe we should write a book, ‘Tit Tales and Tell-Alls’.”