Nurse Kira's Dirty Ward

Nurse Kira stands in the empty ward, white coat open over black lace that barely holds her heavy breasts. She watches the doctor finish his notes, then steps close and presses against him. Her fingers work his zipper with quick patience until his cock springs free, thick and ready. She drops to her knees, lips parting around the head, tongue flicking the underside while her hands stroke the shaft in long, steady pulls. He leans back against the exam table, one hand tangled in her dark hair, guiding her deeper until her throat tightens around him. She moans, the vibration running straight through his length, then rises just enough to climb onto the table and straddle his hips. The coat slides off her shoulders. She sinks down, taking every inch until her ass meets his thighs. They move hard and slow, her tits bouncing free of the lace, his hands gripping her waist to keep the rhythm deep. The sheets beneath them twist and dampen with every thrust. When he finally pulls out, he paints her pale skin in thick stripes that run between her breasts and down her stomach.