Born ready.

You lift Shanice’s legs onto your shoulders and tug her hips towards you to align yourself with her quivering pussy. Trish holds up a finger, stopping you dead in your tracks. An almost panicked groan escapes the gagged patient. You’re not sure you can take much more of this to be honest, but humour your friend none the less, sliding your dick up and down Shanice’s dripping quim in anticipation. Quickly shuffling back up Trish squeezes herself between Shanice and the bed. The patient now securely between her legs, roughly groping her chest, Trish fixed you with a predatory gaze. “Now, doctor.” Her voice velvet on steel. “Fuck her brains out.”

You plunge into her with enough **** to make her yelp. But you don’t stop. You can’t stop. You’re ramming your whole length into her as she bucks her pelvis to meet you. Harder. Faster. The blood is pounding in your ears. You’re completely mad with lust, but your climax seems just out of reach. Shanice’s moans have been reduced to whimpering as she is driven to a third orgasm, her eyes glazed over in lust as Trish plants a hickey on her neck. before you finally feel your balls clenching. “I’m close.” You growl, looking to the girls for direction. Trish whispers a few things into Shanice’s ear and she nods in affirmation. “On her chest, John. I want to lick it off her.” Shanice only sighs as you pull out and start furiously jerking off, thick ropes of your cum paitning on her beautiful tits.

As you squeeze out the last of your load Trish beckons you with a cocked finger, undoing Shanice’s gag. You immediately catch her meaning and shuffle closer. Shanice almost reverently takes you back into her mouth, cleaning you off. Utterly exhausted you collapse beside her and watch as Trish slides out from under her and licks your seed off her, occasionally coming up to kiss her and swap cum. Sleep overtakes you just a moment later and you only hope this wasn't a dream.