Nurse Extraordinaire

Jamaica's stuck in a hospital bed and the recovery feels slower than a slow fuck when your heart isn't in it. Then Lisa walks in. The blonde nurse hits every corner of the room with that glow and the second she leans over the chart her skirt rides up just enough to promise more. She lays a cool hand on his forehead, then another on his thigh. The air shifts. Her fingers drift lower, testing the water. When she finds him already half hard, her smile says she knows exactly what he needs. She peels the sheet back. Her lips wrap around him, slow and wet, tongue circling the head while her hand works the shaft in time with her mouth. Jamaica's breathing turns ragged. She stands, turns, and lowers herself. He watches her ass open around him, taking him deep, the tight heat pulling a groan straight from his chest. Every thrust pushes him further into her until his hands grip her hips hard enough to leave marks. He pulls out at the last second, spills across her lips, her cheeks, her lashes. She licks her bottom lip, eyes sparkling like the job is done, and maybe his fever is already breaking.