Nurse Whitney always delivers

Whitney earns that title every day. She steps into the room, calm as anything, and gets right to it. One hand on his thigh, the other sliding his zipper down. Her mouth follows. Warm. Wet. She takes him deep, lips tight, tongue moving in slow circles while she holds his gaze. He is already shaking. She draws back, smiles, then swings her legs up. Her feet are bare, soft, perfect. She wraps them around him, arches, presses the arches together, works him steady and sure. Every stroke tells you she knows exactly what she is doing. When she slips him back into her mouth, the mix of both sensations pulls a raw sound from his chest. Whitney does not rush. She stays with it, feet and tongue moving together until he spills hard across her toes. She watches him with quiet pride, like she just proved something obvious. This is why she is always top of the board.