Medical Attention

Zack woke up aching and asked for medical attention. He never expected the nurse who walked in wearing that tight white uniform would end up on the bed with him. Her name was Ashley. Blonde hair pulled back, skirt riding high on her thighs, she looked far too young and far too eager. The moment the door clicked shut, she pulled the sheet away and took him in her hand. She bent over the bedrail, opened her mouth, and swallowed him until her nose brushed his stomach. Saliva ran down his shaft and soaked the mattress beneath him. When she climbed on top, she guided him between her legs and eased him into her ass in one smooth motion. The bed creaked as she rocked back and forth, taking every inch. Zack gripped her hips and watched her body move. Every thrust sent a jolt through her spine, yet she kept begging for more. The white stockings stayed on. Her cap never fell. She came with a soft cry, clenching tight around him, then slid off only to clean him with her tongue until he finished across her pretty face. Zack felt better already.