The Manhood Diaries
He laved the sting with his tongue, then moved to the other breast, repeating the torment.
His mouth traveled down her body, a hot, wet trail over her quivering abdomen, pausing to lick the length of her surgical scar, making her flinch. He moved lower, nuzzling the thatch of her pubic hair, breathing her in.
“You smell like me,” he growled, the façade of the doctor completely gone. This was the predator, claiming his prize. “You smell like my treatment. Like my good, compliant patient.”
He kissed her inner thighs, his stubble scraping her sensitive skin. Then his mouth was on her, his tongue finding the base of the protruding sound and licking around it before delving lower to lap at her cl
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