Shemale Doctor Sex with Chanel Santini
Pure seduction and pleasure intertwine in the vivid video “Shemale Doctor Sex with Chanel Santini”. From the moment it begins, the high-definition quality draws you in with an enticing point-of-view shot – you’re the patient, about to enter Dr. Chanel Santini’s private examination room.
The door opened, and in walked the tantalizing vision herself – Doctor Chanel Santini, tall and commanding in her crisp white lab coat. Her raven hair cascaded in loose waves, the ends brushing her milky shoulders. Full crimson lips curved into a sultry smile as her emerald eyes met yours, glinting with mischief and desire.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Johnson,” she purred in a velvet voice. “I’m Dr. Santini, and I’ll be conducting your thorough… examination today.” Her tongue moistened her plump lower lip as she spoke, the implication hanging in the air between you.
As you settled onto the padded exam table, Chanel’s fingers found the buttons of your shirt. Quick and deft, they made short work of the garment, exposing your bare chest. She leaned in close, her breasts brushing your skin as she examined you with an intimacy that sent blood rushing south. Nimble fingers caressed your abs, skimming downward…
Pausing at your belt buckle, she glanced up at you from beneath long, dark lashes. “I’m going to need you to remove these,” she instructed, voice low and authoritative. Without waiting for a response, she reached for your pants, making quick work of the zipper. Her hands pushed the fabric over your hips and down your thighs, revealing your hardening cock.
“I see you’re already excitable,” Chanel observed, wrapping a warm hand around your shaft. She stroked up and down slowly, studying your reaction. “This initial arousal will help us determine… how well you respond to certain treatments.”
She sank to her knees between your spread thighs, meeting your eyes once more. “I’ll need to examine this visually,” she informed you before leaning in to trace the head of your cock with the point of her pink tongue. You gasped and bucked into her touch as she sealed her lips around you, sucking lightly.
Her mouth was pure pleasure as she engulfed your length, tongue swirling around you. Chanel took her time, exploring every inch, bringing you right to the brink. Just when you thought you’d explode, she pulled off with a wet pop. The teasing minx!
She rose, shrugging off her coat to reveal a lacy bralette and matching thong underneath. Perky, pale breasts strained against the delicate fabric as she climbed onto the table. Straddling your hips, she ground her barely-covered mound against your aching erection, letting out a breathy moan. Her fingers tugged the bralette down, exposing her pert nipples. Chanel pinched and rolled one between thumb and forefinger as she continued to ride you.
“Stroke my breasts, Mr. Johnson,” she commanded. “Feel how silky and responsive they are to your touch.”
You cupped the full mounds, thumbs playing over the stiff peaks. Chanel bowed her back, pushing more of herself into your palms as pleasure flashed across her exquisite face. “Mmm, like that,” she encouraged. “Just like that…”
One hand snaked between your bodies to push her soaked thong aside. She reached behind to line you up with her entrance. With a slow roll of her hips, Chanel impaled herself on your cock, groaning as she took you deep. She rode you hard from the start, setting a fast, furious pace that had you both panting.
Chanel’s breasts bounced hypnotically with each vigorous movement. Beads of sweat glistened on her flushed skin as she chased her orgasm. “You fill me up so good,” she keened. “I love having you inside me, stretching me, owning me…”
Her internal walls clamped around you, rippling with her pleasure. It was too much. With a guttural groan, you exploded within her eager depths, painting her insides with your seed.
Pleasured out, Chanel collapsed against your chest, both of you heaving for breath. “Well, Mr. Johnson,” she said at last, “I’d say that was an encouraging first session. There’s still so much more to be done, though. We’ll have to continue under my, ahem, ‘care’.”
