Jemma Administers Care

She leans in, clipboard in hand, reciting his chart like foreplay. The room heats fast. Her lingerie clings, thin straps framing her heavy breasts. He feels the first pulse of relief. Her fingers drift under the sheet, wrapping him. Warm mouth follows. He swells against her tongue, every slow pull driving him deeper. Her blonde hair brushes his thighs, her lips sealed tight, slick and steady. When he breaks, she stays close, taking the thick release across her open mouth, letting it streak her flushed skin. He exhales hard, pulse steady now, the cure complete.