Paging Doctor Butts

Karla Kush and Dr. April O'Neil lie naked in bed, hot and ready. Karla aches for her wife's strap-on, especially in the ass—she never gets enough. Their moment hangs on a wire until April's pager buzzes. Karla sees the guilt twist across her wife's face and knows she's screwed. Vacation soon won't fix the hard-on throbbing between her thighs now. April murmurs that time off is coming. Karla scowls, pussy wet and untouched. When April slips away, Karla sulks, hating how much she still loves her wife. Minutes later the door opens. April wears only her white coat, a wicked grin, and the harness strapped around her hips. Karla laughs in relief—April's been screwing with her. Heat flares back through her veins. She arches, pulls her knees to her chest, and whispers the roleplay they both crave: she thinks something's buried deep in her ass and she needs the doctor to hunt it down. April climbs onto the mattress, coat flaring, plastic cock gleaming. Hands, mouths, and fingers roam—admiring tight asses, slick folds, hard nipples. Tension coils, breaks. April drives the strap-on inside Karla, slick and relentless. Each thrust knocks the air from Karla's lungs. Doctor's wife or not, perks like this make the wait worth it.