Lesbian Hospital #01

Another patient. Another appointment. The brunette's tight little body lies back on the table, legs parted under that cheap paper gown. The doctor slides gloved fingers deeper, past the usual checks, until she has two buried to the knuckle and her thumb circling the patient's clit. The girl gasps but doesn't pull away. Neither does the doctor when her own hunger kicks in. White coat open now. She wears red lace beneath it, expensive stuff that barely covers her nipples or the wet spot spreading at her crotch. She trades gloves for bare skin, slipping out of her heels to straddle the girl's face while those long legs wrap around her head. Her mouth drops between parted thighs, tongue lapping at slick, shaved flesh like she's starving. "Doctor heal thyself," her laugh comes muffled, but she's the one being healed right now—by a warm mouth sucking her clit and a set of fingers reaching up to hook inside her from behind. The exam table creaks. Tongues, sweat, latex residue, sharp little gasps that the walls soak up like they heard it all before. She grinds down harder, chasing that edge, getting exactly what she came here for and taking it rough until her knees shake.