Sexy Doctor Visit Novels & Stories

Damian had made several visits today because he had to check a few things, making sure all the reports he had received were true. And as it gets dark, his thoughts return to Selena. He wanted her again for tonight, it was like he was a newlywed who had just tried ecstasy. "Last visit, we're going to Saga's Club," the driver said. Damian glanced at his personal driver and then at Luca sitting next to him. Luca immediately fixed his eyes on the tab he was holding.

Thank, God he’s unable to stop and he doesn’t stop because I explode into the best orgasm of my life while screaming his name, shivering under him. “So fucking beautiful!” One hard thrust, he follows me, calling out my name. He collapses on top of me, panting, and shuddering above me. I run my fingers through his damp hair. “I think I need a dessert now,” I break the silence. He lifts his head and plants his chin on my chest. “I told you we’ll burn calories first,” he says with a grin. “Yeah, smartass.” He rests his head again on me. “Samantha, I want to visit a doctor for a check-up to make sure I’m clean. I don’t want to use a condom every time we’re together. Are you on a pill?”

He pushed me away from him, got up from the exam table. He looked startled for a second. Peering down at his leg, he looked back up at me with a quick jerk of his head. "I'm healed." I smirked at him. "Thank Kiema." "She fucking healed me without touching me? How the shit is that supposed to work?" "No idea. But can we discuss it later? I want you inside me. Now." He shook his head. Shot me a wink. "Doctor Sexy has to have some lube in here somewhere." He opened doors, slammed them closed.

Dan replied with a slick comeback and a smile, winning over the board. Jason cursed in is mind. “Has anyone performed a survey to see how many men or women would be willing to even go to a woman sex doctor? I mean I believe men will fuck anything for free and not for the price of four hundred dollars for an hour. We will never see revenue?” Wilson explained with much conviction. Jason smiled as Wilson came through with the numbers and the sense.

“You’re not here for fun. You’re here because your pussy’s starving and his cock’s forgotten how to fuck.” They turned. She was stunning. Dark eyes, long black gloves, red leather corset hugging her waist like a whip. She smelled like sex and power. “I’m Dr. Vale,” she said. “I’m a sex therapist. But I don’t do talking. I teach couples with wet mouths and thick dicks.” .The woman didn’t blink—just looked Sariah up and down like she already knew where this was headed. “You’re bored,” the woman said. Her voice was velvet wrapped around a knife. “And he’s frustrated.”

Warning: Explicit sexual content, group sex, extremely rough sex, BDSM elements, consensual intense experience. 18+ only. All characters are adults. "OH GOD! OH FUCK! DAMIEN!" Serah's scream echoed through the penthouse suite, raw and primal, as Damien's massive cock hit a spot inside her that shouldn't exist.....a depth that defied anatomy, a place that made her see actual stars bursting behind her clenched eyelids.

“Morgan, this is Alyssa Devereaux, owner of Sexy Sirens. The most famous—or infamous—gentleman’s club in southern Louisiana, depending on your point of view.” Brandon’s little woman flashed a weak smile, trying her damndest not to stare at Alyssa’s inch-thick makeup, near indecent skirt, and fuck-me boots. There was nothing subtle about Alyssa. She still dressed like a stripper, though she hadn’t danced around a pole in years. She sucked a cock like a woman trying to ingest the brass off a doorknob. She had worse language than him. But she also had a big, big heart.

I feel a light pressure between my shoulders before his hand reaches my hair. “Demetri?” Dr. Leroux questions. He sighs hard. “I need him tested for Hyper-sexualization Disorder.” His voice is quiet, sounding ashamed of what he’s asking. “He has none of the signs of HSD. Why do you want him tested?” “I can’t explain. At least not right now but I need it done. I will pay for it. Just let me know the cost.”

Lily was still reeling from her breakup with Tom when she turned to James for comfort. They had been spending more time together lately, and Lily couldn't help but feel drawn to him. One night, after a few glasses of wine, they shared a moment of passion. But as soon as it was over, they both regretted it. James: "Lily, I'm sorry. That shouldn't have happened. We were both vulnerable, and we made a mistake." Lily: "I know. I'm sorry too. I don't want things to be weird between us."

Two gangsters rushed out, and they could not even save their lives if they offended that man. After rushing out in panic, the gangsters realized that they had forgotten the drunk woman, "What should we do? The woman is still in the suite?" "She will definitely be mistaken considered as the prostitute for Mr. Roy to sleep with, and our client has already confirm they will pay money as long as she lost her virginity" As they said that, several gangsters left quickly. "It hurts" She felt like something big and hard get inside her roughly, and Sophie couldn't help but murmur.