1. The Good Doctor


    Date: 9/17/2015, Categories: Fiction, Job/Place-of-work, Older Male / Female, Young, Author: DaSpark, Rating: 90, Source: sexstories.com

    care of everything. She kissed me, and her tongue slid in as her right leg slid over me, and she half hopped up and straddled me. I could feel her bare skin and the pubic hair she left on, trimmed and primped. She stopped kissing me and stared at me as she slid her hips up, until her warm lips slid against my cock. The heat of her womb was intense and it had mating on its mind. "Ahhhmmm, gunnng!" I swallowed hard. "Annnngie, wha--whattar you do-oh-oh-nng-oohhh-oh-oh-oh-mm?" I slobbered out, as she slid back down. I was so close to in her, my cock began to jump. "Shhhh. Angie is here." She purred softly to me. "Mmmmm, I know what you want." She reached over and turned on the slit lamp, pointing to the wall, adding just a bit more vision to the room. I watched her hand, soft, delicate, french tipped, dance down the equipment back to join her other hand on the top button of her shirt. She undid the first, then the second, third and forth, before the last two I could already see the treasure inside. The symmetrical mounds, buoyant and tight, and this was in the bra. It was a very shiny silky type, with an alternating pattern, white, then purple, the purple of her top. The padded number had frills on the bottom and came together in the middle in a pretty silk bow with draping tails. As Angie pulled her shirt off her shoulders and dropped it to the floor I saw her belly button piercing, a ring with a chain ending in a cross. It was dancing as she moved. I looked back up at her ...
    face, she was waiting for me. When our eyes met she smirked again and said, "Time to open presents!" She pulled on the bow in the middle of the bra until it fell apart. She flicked the clasp in the middle and it was unhooked. She was open. She slid the palm of each hand to the end of a cup, and slowly slid them off, her hands covering her bodacious breasts. She giggled as she slowly dropped her hands exposing a perfect pair. I am not using that word in hyperbole. They were perfect. The started high, sloped out with a sudden severe swelling at the bottom producing a tear drop shape. The constituency and heft would best be described as a plastic sandwich bag dropped on the counter on the corner. I near bursting tightness with total fluidity of motion. I promise you, if they were fake, they were the best ever constructed. The front sloped heavily before bounding out to the nipple like a ski jump, meeting the bulbous bottom. Behind the bulb the skin was tight as it went up behind the bottom of her breast just so, giving perkiness. I just stared. God knows how long they would stay that way, but for now, truly awesome. I was totally in awe, stunned, quivering, entranced. Angie cupped one hand behind my neck, I loved watching how her breast moved, bounding soft and tight. I watched it get closer, the nipple approaching my mouth and Angie brought me to her. I felt her breast in my mouth, the smooth skin, the great push-back. I couldn't help but moan as I sucked her, our roles completely ...
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