The best therapy

The surgery left him sore, but Doctor Zenza had promised relief. He called it the best therapy available. When the door opened, Nurse Imogene stepped in, raven-haired and ample-chested, and locked it behind her. She peeled off her white uniform, revealing smooth skin and heavy breasts, then climbed onto the bed without a word. The patient felt her warmth before she even touched him. Imogene took charge, straddling his hips and guiding his stiffening cock between her breasts first, squeezing them together to stroke him with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Her breath grew heavier. Soon she slid lower, took him deep into her throat, sucking until her cheeks hollowed. When she was ready she turned, presenting her ass. She reached back, spread herself, and sank down, letting him breach her tightest hole. The stretch made her moan. She rocked her hips, working him deeper with each thrust. Doctor Zenza watched from the doorway, nodding approval. Imogene picked up speed, her ass slapping against the patient's thighs until he came hard inside her. She stayed seated, squeezing every drop, then smiled over her shoulder. Therapy complete.