"But you understand, don't you?"
Understand what?
"Punishment is also a form of treatment—-"
SLAP!
It's just too much this time, and as I plead for him tostop,he does stop...but only because he's already intending to flip me around, and—-
Aaaah!
My back falls back against the stretcher as he tosses my legs over his shoulders.
"D-Doctor!"
I never thought sex could turn me into a screamer, but how can it not...when he's started eating my cunt like he's starving for it?
"Oh God, Doctor..."
My head tosses and turns. My body twists and writhes in agony. And moan after moan slips past my lips because he's eating me oh so good, and I just don't know how long I'll be able to handle this much pleasure.
"Doctor, please!"
But all this does is make him laugh against my swollen folds even as his tongue thrusts faster and harder inside of me.
He obviously knows he has me enslaved, but I can't seem to make myself care.
All I know is that I never want him to stop eating me.
Never want him to stop fucking me with his tongue.
I never want this to end,ever...but that's exactly what happens, the moment I feel him pinch my clit just as his tongue stabs past the throbbing folds of my pussy one last time.
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IFEEL LIKEdyingwhile waving goodbye as Dr. Somebody drives out of the parking lot. Real-life Leah doesn't do cute waves like this, but sweet, innocent Temptation?
She totallyhasto, since her dear Dr. Somebody has managed tomake her cumtreather thrice in their thirty-minute session.
That's likeoneorgasm every ten minutes, and the thought has me smiling rather foolishly to myself as I start walking back to class.
I still have one subject left, and—-
No. No. No.
All thoughts about Dr. Somebody vanish the moment I hear my phone ring.
Not my usual phone, but my other phone.
The one that only rings...when somebody needs to call me because Io has me listed as her emergency contact.
It'sthatphone that's ringing, and my head is already spinning and pounding at the same time as I listen to it ring and ring and ring like it's dying to tell me news that will kill me.
No. No. No.
It feels like the past all over again.
I try my best to fight it, but just taking the phone out of my purse already has me falling to my knees.