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POUNDING MY SLUTTY LITTLE PATIENT đŸ˜©

Dan Noir
last update Veröffentlichungsdatum: 19.05.2026 23:28:15

I’m Dr. Jackson, sitting at my desk finishing notes when Hazel walks in for her “follow-up appointment.”

She’s wearing the tiniest white crop top that’s like two sizes smaller that barely holds her fat tits and a pink pleated skirt so short I can already see the bottom of her juicy perfect round ass cheeks.

No panties. She knows exactly what she’s here for.

Her long black hair is in a high ponytail, gold hoops swinging as she walks toward me.

“Hey Doctor Jackson,” she says, voice all swee
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 really tight down there ever since the last time. Can you check me again?” My dick was already throbbing against my zipper. I set the tablet aside and stood, letting her see the thick ridge straining my slacks. “Get on the table, Hazel. Feet in the stirrups. Let’s see how wet my favorite patient is today.” She hops up with a little bounce that made her tits jiggle dangerously inside that poor top. The paper liner crinkled as she

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    I’m at the ward
 I’m kinda lost
 where exactly are you? There’re lots of rooms here
 I said, glancing around. “Oh, oh, you’re Angel, right? Just wait there; I’ll come get you.” “Okay,” I said, and the call ended. Sigh
 What did Amber sign me up for? This is an old-ass motel
 so smelly and ancient
 I whispered, flinching from the cobweb in front of me. “Ewww
” “Hey, boy, I’m right here
” Oh, that should be the old man
 bro looks so familiar
 I’ve definitely seen him somewhere
 I squinted my eyes, walking forward to him. “Hi
 I’m Angel
” I said, giving a friendly smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes. “Oh, nice name, but I already knew that. Anyway come in,” he said, widening the door for me. I went in, bowing my head a bit. “Oh, wow
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 giving old money vibes
 the crystal chandelier should definitely cost a fortune
” I glanced around, surprise choking me. “What? You don’t like it?” he asked

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    Such a sexy win
 got a fat ass now. “Angel!” I yelled, calling his name while he was pole dancing for those nasty, razzing women and men. Pathetic. It felt like the more I yelled, the louder the bass got. “Angel!” I yelled again. Argh. This was gonna be harder than I thought. I pushed through the crowd, shoving past tall, muscular dudes who towered over my petite frame. “Hey, yo, watch where you’re going, whore,” one growled, then slapped my ass so hard it stung. I shot him the deadliest deathstare I had and kept moving. Wasn’t paying attention to what was in front of me; I slammed right into another circle of huge muscular men. “Whoa, look what we got here
 fresh meat,” one of them snarled, voice deep and rumbling. “Oh no
 no, no, I’m not anybody’s meal tonight, fellas,” I said, voice shaking even though I tried to sound tough. They passed me around like a damn toy; big hands spanking my ass, grabbing my tits, laughing deep in their chests. I tried to duck out. One yanked m

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