In good hands

Jamaica lay flat on his back, still flushed with fever. Dr. Uhl had called in nurse Gapolexa and her cure-all hands. She took one look at the patient, peeled back the sheet, and lowered her mouth to his cock. Her tongue slid around the head, drawing a groan from him. The sound drew Dr. Uhl closer. He watched her throat work, then unbuckled and offered his own thick length. Gapolexa turned, straddled the doctor, and sank down on him in one slow drop. Jamaica watched the pale skin stretch around the shaft, watched her ass open for him when he pressed forward and took her other hole. Both men moved in rhythm, filling her completely. Gapolexa’s tits bounced between them as she took every inch, slick and loud. Dr. Uhl’s hand cupped her breast; Jamaica’s gripped her hip, pulling her down harder. Sweat slicked their bodies. When she felt them swell and pulse together, she slipped off, knelt, and caught both loads across her lips and cheeks, eyes closed, mouth open.