Chapter 77 My Gynaecologist 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️
- Elias
- Mrs. Peterson’s thighs were still trembling when I eased my fingers out of her, the slick sound sounding so... wrong in the quiet room.
- She lay there on the table, her gown shoved up to her ribs, pussy flushed and glistening from the two orgasms I’d just dragged out of her under the pretense of “checking pelvic floor tone.”