Who called for a doctor?

Renato hit the pavement hard on his bike and figured a quick check-up would set his mind at ease. Dr. Ava Dalush closes the door, her white coat tight across full breasts, and tells him to undress. She runs her hands over his limbs first, then slides them lower, wrapping warm fingers around his cock like she’s simply taking a pulse. She strokes until he’s rigid, then kneels, lips parting as she takes him deep. Her tongue traces every vein before she stands, hikes up her skirt, and guides him inside her, the stethoscope still dangling between her swinging tits. When he’s close she drops back to her knees, mouth open, letting his thick load paint her tongue and chin in heavy ropes. Satisfied, she licks her lips, adjusts her coat, and signs the chart like nothing out of the ordinary just happened.