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Bianca relaxed her grip on Dr. Davis's shoulders, her fingers trailing down the nape of his neck in a tender caress. She gazed up at him through her lashes, her green eyes shimmering with a mix of satisfaction and shy desire.

"Can we do it again?" she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. The question hung in the air between them, heavy with anticipation.

Dr. Davis chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that sends vibrations through his chest. "Give me a few minutes to recover," he says, his voice husky from exertion. He rolls off Bianca, leaving her feeling suddenly cold and empty without his warmth enveloping her.

Bianca watches as Dr. Davis stands up, his pants hanging loosely on his hips. A trickle of his hot, sticky seed spills from her well-used sex, a testament to the intensity of their passionate encounter.

Without hesitation, Bianca dips a slender finger into the mess, scooping up a glob of their combined essence. She brings the finger to her mouth, her tongue darting out to taste the musky, earthy flavor of Dr. Davis's release.

"Mmm," she hums appreciatively, her eyes fluttering shut as she savors the taste of him on her tongue. The salty-sweet tang of his cum spreads across her taste buds, a delicious reminder of the primal act they had shared.

Bianca's tongue swirls around her finger, licking it clean of every last drop. She savors the taste, letting it linger on her tongue as she watches Dr. Davis with a smoldering gaze.

Bianca sits up on the couch, her feet landing on the floor as her heels find the carpet. She takes a moment to straighten out her skirt and sweater, smoothing out the fabric over her thighs and adjusting the straps of her heels. The movement causes the lacy edges of her panties to peek out from beneath the hem of her skirt where her pantyhose had been ripped, a tantalizing glimpse of the passion that had just unfolded.

Bianca turns to face Dr. Davis, her green eyes sparkling with mischief and desire. She takes a step towards him, her hips swaying with each movement. Her fingers trace the outline of his jaw, feeling the stubble that had formed there during their intense encounter.

Bianca leans in and presses her lips softly against Dr. Davis's stubble. The rough texture of his beard tickles her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. She takes a deep breath, inhaling his musky scent, a lingering reminder of their passionate encounter.

"Thank you," she whispers against his skin, her voice barely above a breath. "I didn't know I needed this... needed you... until today."

Her fingers trace the contours of his face, feeling the way his cheekbones protrude beneath his skin, the slight hollow of his jawline. She is captivated by the definition of his features, the raw masculinity that radiates from him.

Bianca's other hand finds its way to Dr. Davis's chest, her slender fingers splaying across his firm pectoral muscle. She can feel his heart beating beneath her palm, a steady, powerful rhythm that matches the pace of her own racing heart.

Dr. Davis's hands find their way to Bianca's hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh there. He pulls her closer, until she can feel the heat of his body seeping through the fabric of her skirt and sweater.

"I'm glad I could help you discover that," he murmurs, his voice a low, sensual rumble. "There's a whole world of pleasure waiting for you, Bianca. And I intend to be the one to introduce you to it... every single inch of it."

As Bianca's lips trail along the rough stubble of Dr. Davis's jawline, a fleeting thought of her boyfriend flits through her mind. The sensation of his skin beneath her fingers, the taste of his musk on her tongue, the heat of his body against hers... it all feels so different, so much more intense than anything she's experienced before.

But the thought is fleeting, quickly overshadowed by the intoxicating sensation of Dr. Davis's hands gripping her hips, pulling her flush against him. His fingers dig into the soft flesh, marking her, claiming her as his own.

Bianca's lips find Dr. Davis's earlobe, her teeth grazing the delicate skin there. She inhales deeply, letting his scent fill her lungs, her senses. The earthy, musky aroma of his cologne mixed with the salt of his skin sends a shiver down her spine, a wave of desire crashing over her.

Dr. Davis's hands slide from Bianca's hips to her lower back, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of her sweater. His touch is electric against her warm skin, raising goosebumps in its wake. Slowly, teasingly, he lets his hand creep higher, his fingertips just barely grazing the underside of her breasts.

Bianca's own hands explore Dr. Davis's chest, her fingers tracing the contours of his muscles, the coarseness of his stubble.

Bianca feels Dr. Davis's seed pooling in her panties, a sticky, warm sensation against her inner thighs. She looks down at him, her green eyes dark with desire, and whispers, "You came so much in me... I can feel it, hot and thick, seeping out of me."

Dr. Davis chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that sends vibrations through his chest. "Mmmhmm... I always fill my girls up. You're going to be leaking my cum all night, aren't you?"

Bianca obediently nods her head, "But.. Dr. Davis... we need to be careful. I am not on the pill."

Dr. Davis's hands still on Bianca's lower back, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of her sweater to tease the soft skin beneath. He leans in, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear as he speaks, his voice a low, seductive murmur.

"Oh really... and that just makes this so much hotter, doesn't it? The risk, the danger... the possibility of you getting pregnant from our little study session..."

Bianca shivers at his words, a thrill running down her spine at the thought of potentially bearing his child. The idea of carrying his offspring within her, their baby growing and developing inside her womb, is both terrifying and exhilarating.

Dr. Davis's lips trail down Bianca's neck, his teeth grazing her skin ever so lightly, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. His hands slide higher, until his fingertips are just barely brushing the underside of her breasts, the rough skin of his fingers contrasting with the softness of her skin.

Bianca's own hands explore Dr. Davis's chest, her fingers tracing the contours of his muscles, the coarseness of his stubble. She can feel the heat of his skin beneath her palms, the steady, powerful beat of his heart.

Bianca's voice trails off, her words stumbling over each other as she meets Dr. Davis's intense gaze. "It is a dangerous time too. It's Tuesday night... and I think... I ovulate Friday." The admission hangs in the air, heavy with implication. Dr. Davis's eyes seem to gleam with interest, his pupils dilating slightly as he processes the information.

His fingers, still brushing teasingly against the sensitive underside of her breasts, pause momentarily before resuming their gentle exploration. The touch sends shivers down Bianca's spine, her nipples hardening into stiff peaks. She feels a rush of heat spread through her body, her core throbbing with a mixture of desire and trepidation.

Dr. Davis's lips curve into a slow, sensual smile, his eyes never leaving Bianca's flushed face. "Ah, a fertile little thing, aren't you?" he murmurs, his voice low and husky. His words are a gentle breeze on the flame of desire burning within Bianca, sending it flickering higher.

Bianca's cheeks burn with a mix of excitement and embarrassment, her lips parting slightly as she struggles to respond. But Dr. Davis isn't interested in hearing her words; he's too busy tracing the delicate curves of her breasts, his fingers dancing across her skin with a feather-light touch. Each stroke sends a wave of pleasure coursing through Bianca's body, her senses spinning with delight.

Dr. Davis's hands move to the hem of Bianca's sweater, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric to tease the soft skin beneath. With a gentle tug, he pulls the sweater up and over Bianca's head, exposing her bra-covered breasts to his hungry gaze.

"Bianca..." he breathes, drinking in the sight of her. His eyes roam over her curves, taking in every inch of exposed flesh. "You're beautiful."

Bianca shivers at his words, a thrill running down her spine. She feels exposed, ****, yet more aroused than ever before. Dr. Davis's intense gaze sends shivers down her spine, her nipples hardening into stiff peaks under his scrutiny.

Without warning, Dr. Davis's hands grip Bianca's shoulders, his grip firm but not painful. In one swift motion, he pushes her down, forcing her to her knees on the plush carpet of his living room floor.

Bianca's eyes widen in surprise, a gasp escaping her lips as she finds herself suddenly on her knees before Dr. Davis. The sudden change in position sends a rush of adrenaline through her veins, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Dr. Davis..." she whispers, her voice a mix of nervousness and excitement. "What are you doing?"

Dr. Davis chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that sends vibrations through his chest.