The doctor embraces .

“Well then,”Dr. Dovercourt replied huskily, sitting so that she could spread her legs. “You can have it!”

“I don’t need permission from the likes of you!” **** replied, grabbing the doctor by the throat and guiding her to the fainting couch where he laid her down. She looked at him, breathing erratically as she nervously awaited his next move.

He drew her finger over her body, tracing the contour of her right breast, up to the tip of her erect nipple. His finger dragged down her belly, causing her to shiver anxiously. It reached her belly button when he flattened his entire hand over her and slid down to her mound, cupping and squeezing her with a cool confident grip. She squeezed her legs and exhaled to the touch.

The cupping turned into rubbing which inserted two of his fingers inside of her. She swooned, arching her back and parted her legs. **** lifted her leg and put it over his shoulder as he positioned himself to enter her. She looked up at the tall figure with glowing eyes and sucked on her lower lip. **** lined up his cock and pushed his way in. Angela cried out and moaned. Her entire body was shivering as she felt the entire length of the superpowered cock impale her. She reached back and clutched the couch, holding on as the ride got rougher. Her breasts bounced wildly as **** rammed her pussy hard. He grunted with satisfaction, happily taking what he desired, unbridled by reservations and common decency. He grabbed at Dovercourt’s breast and sucked on it ravenously as he pounded her pussy.

**** turned Dovercourt around so that she leaned on the head of the fainting couch, her ass pointed at the ceiling. He slapped both ass cheeks and spread them apart, then proceeded to enter her backside. Angela gasped! Her eyes bulged wide open, not expecting this course of action, but didn’t fight it. She shivered and moaned as she felt this completely new sensation take over her. Her body was ready to go into convulsions as her sex partner began to thrust inside her tight hole.

Soon the psychiatrist office filled with the wet sounds of slapping flesh, Dr. Dovercourt’s moans and ****’s grunts of pleasure. **** leaned next to Dovercourt’s ear and said, “You know, doctor, I think you were right about me… I am Gambit’s innermost desires unleashed.” His thrusting became more vigorous as he spoke. His fingers reached around and sank into her engorged, sopping pussy. “Did you know that the French call the orgasm la petite mort? It translates to little ****…” Dovercourt moaned, feeling herself being stuck up both ends.. “I think I shall spread my own brand of little deaths all around… wouldn’t you consider that.. Therapeutic?”

The shock and horror of what she had let loose, along with the unrelenting **** on her orifices caused Dr. Dovercourt to have a mind shattering orgasm! Her body shook and she let out a baleful moan. **** laughed gleefully at his work, not letting up his thrusts.

Suddenly, the door burst open and Alison Blaze came storming in. “What’s happened? I heard a scream!” she shouted, assessing the situation. She saw **** standing over the crumpled and spent body of Dr. Dovercourt. **** slowly turned his head toward her.