Santana Garrett Nude Novels & Stories

There was only a white bed in it. She shut the door behind her and lay face down on the bed. Her back was facing me. "Doctor, please treat me. I feel awful. You can use any method you want as long as you can cure me." Her tone was suggestive. It was as if she was implying sex could be an option. Looking at her full, rounded figure outlined beneath her yoga pants, it felt incredibly alluring to me. The deep gap between her legs instantly stirred something within me. I had come to the hospital because of my own satyriasic condition.