GIRLSWAY Horny Stacked Doctor Angela White RAW FUCKS Grateful Patient Serena Blair

The sultry boudoir of Dr. Angela White’s office was overflowing with a heady musk of arousal as she leaned against her mahogany desk, crossed arms pushing her ample cleavage even higher. The buxom brunette’s emerald eyes sparkled with mischievous intent, studying the trembling form of her patient, Serena Blair, perched nervously on the examination table.

“Now, Serena, you’ve expressed some…frustrations, let’s say. Relationship problems. Well, I like to think I can help with more than just the physical,” Angela purred, slowly uncrossing her arms to trail a manicured finger along her clavicle and down between the swells of her breasts. “But first, let’s address those pesky little pains, shall we?”

Serena gulped audibly, eyes darting to the open door. “I-I don’t know, Doctor. Is this really…ethical?”

Angela chuckled throatily, hips swaying slightly as she stepped closer. “Oh darling, we’re way past ‘ethics’ at this point.” Her fingers brushed along Serena’s quivering thighs, the platinum blonde shivering at the electric touch. “Now be a good girl and drop that gown for me.”

Hesitantly, hands shaking, Serena untied the crisp cotton and let it flutter to the floor, revealing miles of scrumptious curves. Her full, heavy breasts jiggled with each shallow breath, and expansive hips flared down to shapely thighs. Not a tan line in sight.

“Not so unsure now, are you?” Angela smirked, reaching out to tweak a rosy nipple. Serena gasped, back arching into the touch. “I can see those other doctors have been criminally neglectful.”

Gliding her slick palms down the other woman’s sides, Angela urged Serena to lie back against the crinkling paper. The stethoscope got a cursory listen to her heart, pounding away like a drum solo, and the brunette quirked a brow. “Sounds like your body is yearning to be explored, Serena. I’m going to be thorough, but I promise, the payoff will be worth it.”

Trailing goosebumps, cool-oiled fingers coasted along her quivering abs, circling her navel. Then, TRUE to the word ‘thorough’, Angela breached her patient’s silky petals, circling the sweet spot as Serena mewled, breathless. The medically trained digits stroked and massaged, bringing the blonde’s thighs clenching, back convulsing.

“Don’t fight it, babygirl,” Angela cooed, “I can make everything feel so much better.” Thumbs flexing against her plump labia, the doctor pushed forward with two fingers, watched intently as Serena keened and clenched.

Thick thighs tightening around Angela’s exploratory hand, Serena threw her head back, emerald orbs screwed shut. Breathless squeals and satisfies groans of positive reaction are clearly heard on audio as the brunette fingers the blonde’s hungry lips, rubbing in steady circles like a vibrator on overdrive, she gets faster, adding a third digit to the striking effort, knocking at the cervix for the release the other wants.

“Not so shy anymore,” Angela tsked, smirking as her fingertips sank in time with Serena’s erratic hips. “I think you’ve been starved for a while.”

The blonde could only whimper in response, hands scrabbling for purchase against the padded table, oboysed musician-style, shivers and shakes and sobs falling from her shapely lips as she rose impossibly higher. Bloodless knuckles showed her pursuit, desperate for a cure to her stressors.

Angela grinned savagely, swirling deep and abusing the g-spot, thumb strumming the clit with cruel efficiency. Serena screamed, vising like a vice, the brunette still pushing her through. “There you go, Serena. Come undone for me. I know you can.”

Her patient let fly a rattling keen as she shattered, a glittering halo of sweat around her hairline. Vaseline-like discharge covered Angela’s wrist, coating the digital invading. Serena rolled her hips through it, a languid tempo, before collapsing bonelessly, latent tremors fluttering.

Gathering the limp beauty into her arms, Angela peppered her flushed form with smoldering kisses. “Just relax now, darling. You did so well, we’ll make this a regular appointment.” Lips crashing together, she tasted of honey and whiskey, and all the sinful promises in between.

Who says you can’t make patients feel better after all?