He fucked me with it for long minutes, twisting and thrusting, watching my face in the mirror as I moaned and writhed.Then he switched to a thicker one.By the time he was using the thickest sound, I was sobbing with need, my pussy stretched and dripping, begging him to let me come.“Please, Sir… I need your cock… please fuck me…”He finally gave in.He stood, stripped off his white coat and shirt, revealing his powerful, tattooed chest. Then he unzipped his pants and freed his cock.It was magnificent — thick, long, heavily veined, with a fat, flushed head already leaking precum. The shaft had a slight upward curve, perfect for hitting that spot inside me. His balls hung heavy and full beneath it.He climbed onto the examination table between my spread thighs and rubbed the thick head up and down my soaked slit, coating himself in my cream.“Tell me how it feels,” he ordered, pressing the fat head against my entrance. “As I enter you. I want every detail.”He pushed inside slowly.T
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