Dr. Marcus Hale helped me off the examination table, his hands steady on my waist as my legs threatened to give out. My body felt thoroughly used, pussy and ass aching, skin flushed, and both holes leaking his cum. He guided me to a small attached bathroom, turning on the warm water in the shower. Surprisingly, he stepped in with me, his strong hands gently washing my body. He soaped my breasts, my stomach, and between my legs with careful attention, rinsing away the evidence of our intense session. “You handled everything exceptionally well,” he said softly, his fingers lingering between my thighs. “Most patients don’t respond with such… enthusiasm.” I leaned against the tiled wall, letting the hot water cascade over us. “This wasn’t a normal check-up, was it?” Dr. Hale smiled, a rare, genuine curve of his lips. “No. It wasn’t. But you enjoyed it. Your body told me everything I needed to know.” He turned off the water and wrapped me in a soft towel, drying me with surprising car
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