His bare hands?
I am so down for that.
"May I begin?"
All I can do is nod, but when several moments pass, and nothing still happens—-
Has he changed his mind for some reason?
Should I be worried—-
Oh.
The sounds that follow make me realize he's peeling his gloves off, and before I can even draw my next breath, I feel his largebarehands brush against my skin—-
Oh God.
My bra is gone in a flash.
Aaaah.
I suddenly remember wondering about whether his hands were big enough to swallow my tits——
Yeees.
And they are.
They so are, and I just love how those big, big hands of his are now kneading and squeezing my breasts with suchconsistency.
"This type of motion is what allows me to familiarize myself with the shape and form of your tits."
He delivers the words like he's lecturing me, and I would've laughed if I weren't so busy trying to keep myself from moaning out loud.
"And when I start squeezing them harder like this..."
Oh God.
"It helps me detect any irregular masses."
My tits are aching like they've never ached before. Can this squeezing please go on forever?
"And as for these..."
He suddenly captures both of my pouting nipples between his fingers, and I give up trying to be silent.
"Doctor!"
I moan the word out loud, but this only makes him pinch my nipples again and again and again."Oh God, Doctor, please!"
"Have you ever tried pinching them on your own?"
I start to shake my head when I remember he can't see me, and so I end up choking out 'no', since it's impossible to speak clearly with Dr. Somebody now furiously rubbing my nipples between his fingers.
"That's too bad," he murmurs. "This is actually another clinically proven way to self-medicate when you're feeling the usual discomfort."
A whimper is the only response I can give him, with the way he's now plucking my nipples like they're the sweetest fruits to plunder.
"I still have one last test to perform."