The Breast Doctor Around

Big-titted Angela White walks into Dr. Carter Cruise's office wanting a breast reduction. Those massive natural tits fuck up her life. Men stare, clothes never fit, sports turn painful, her back screams all day. At the doctor's word she peels off her top and bra. Her breasts spill out, heavy and perfect. Carter grabs them both, palms full, thumbs dragging over stiff nipples. She won't let go. Angela watches her face, drinking every filthy compliment. The constant catcalls and bad posture have crushed her confidence for years, and here someone finally worships what everyone else mocks. "Don't cut them," Carter breathes. "They're too fucking beautiful." Then she dips her head and sucks a fat nipple between her lips. Angela pushes at her shoulder—"I'm married"—but the doctor's tongue is already circling. She pulls back only long enough to say sorry, claims she's never felt this way about a patient. Angela melts under the praise, tension leaving her spine. When Carter leans in to kiss her, Angela turns her head once, twice, then stops resisting. Clothes hit the floor. Carter drops onto the exam table, legs open, and Angela's tongue is the first to ever lap at her cunt. She moans like she's starving. Angela kneels, presses her breasts around Carter's damp bush, and rubs until the doctor cums with a choked cry. They trib hard, sweaty skin slapping, then trade places. Angela's bare pussy rides Carter's open mouth, juices smearing her chin. Tongues push deep into assholes, fingers hook forward, and they tear another orgasm free. Carter clambers up last, grinding on Angela's slippery cunt until the final climax hits and they collapse, tangled, trembling, the room reeking of sweat and sex.