Craving for the Doctor

Dr. Preston presses her bare foot against his swelling cock, toes curling around the shaft while he watches, transfixed. Her red hair falls forward as she leans in, mouth open, taking him deep until her lips meet her own fingers wrapped tight at the base. Spit runs down her chin. He grabs her ankle, pulls her foot back to his mouth, sucks each painted toe while she moans around him. She pulls off with a wet pop, strokes him faster, her grip slick, and angles his cock so the first thick rope lands across her cheek. More follows—her tongue out, eyes half-lidded, catching every drop. She drags the head through the mess on her skin, smearing it, tasting him again.