Doctors Without Boundaries

Dr. Rachael Cavalli drags herself through another dead-end shift, shoulders knotted, head pounding. She steals an empty exam room, closes the door, drops her scrubs and climbs onto the table. Two fingers sink straight into her slick cunt. She works fast, breath sharp, chasing the edge before someone knocks. Linzee Ryder shoulders in without warning. For a second they freeze—eyes wide, hands still wedged between wet folds. Then the truth tumbles out: both of them have been using this room for years whenever the pressure boils over. Neither will give up her spot tonight. So they make a deal. They park their bare asses on opposite ends of the exam table, backs turned, and start rubbing again. The wet sounds fill the room. Rachael can hear every slick stroke Linzee makes; Linzee hears every hitch in Rachael’s breathing. Curiosity wins. They steal glances. Then longer looks. Linzee’s pussy glistens under the fluorescent light and Rachael’s nipples tighten to points. The heat between their legs turns molten. They turn, crawl toward each other across the narrow table, and crash together—mouths locking, thighs spreading, desperate to fuck the tension out of their systems.