Giving her more.

Dr. Davis chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that sends vibrations through his chest. He leans back slightly, his hands gripping Bianca's shoulders for support. "You know exactly what I'm doing, don't you, Bianca?" he murmurs, his voice a seductive purr.

His fingers slide down from her chin to her throat, tracing the delicate curve of her neck. He applies gentle pressure, tilting her head back to look up at him. "I'm going to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours," he continues, his words dripping with desire.

Bianca's eyes widen as she takes in the sight, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. She places her hands on Dr. Davis's hips, her fingers digging into the firm flesh. Without hesitation, she leans forward, her hot breath ghosting over his sensitive skin.

Dr. Davis groans softly as Bianca's warm breath washes over his cock. He looks down at her, watching as she begins to lick the head, her tongue circling the sensitive flesh. The sight is almost too much for him to handle.

Bianca's tongue darts out, lapping at the sensitive head of Dr. Davis's cock. She savors the taste of his skin, the musky scent of his arousal filling her senses. Her hand slides between her legs, fingers finding her aching clit. She rubs at the swollen nub, pleasure shooting through her core.

"Fuck, Bianca..." Dr. Davis groans, his fingers tangling in her hair as he guides his cock to her mouth. "Take it deeper."

Bianca nods, her eyes dark with lust. She opens wide, relaxing her throat as she takes him inch by inch. Her tongue massages the thick flesh, relishing the weight of him on her taste buds. At the back of her throat, she swallows around him, her throat muscles fluttering against his sensitive skin.

Dr. Davis's hips buck, driving his cock deeper into Bianca's hot mouth. He sets a steady rhythm, fucking her face with deep, powerful thrusts. Bianca gags and sputters, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, but she doesn't slow down. Her hand rubs faster between her legs, her pussy clenching around nothing.

"Look at you, taking my cock so well," Dr. Davis praises, his voice strained with pleasure. "I can feel your throat squeezing me. Such a good little slut."

Dr. Davis's thrusts become faster, more powerful, as he loses himself in the pleasure of Bianca's talented mouth. His fingers tighten in her hair, holding her head steady as he fucks her face with abandon.

Bianca's eyes roll back, her tongue and throat working in tandem to pleasure him. Saliva drips down her chin, soaking her cleavage. The wet, obscene sounds of her slurping and gagging fill the room, mingling with Dr. Davis's grunts of satisfaction.

"Fuck, Bianca... your mouth feels so good," Dr. Davis groans, his hips snapping forward with renewed vigor. "I'm going to cum soon. Swallow it all, like a good girl."

"No! I want you in me again!" Bianca gasps out, her voice **** and needy. She pulls off Dr. Davis's cock with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting her lips to the swollen head. Her eyes are dark and wild, pupils blown wide with lust.

Dr. Davis looks down at Bianca, a mixture of surprise and arousal on his face. "So eager for my cock," he murmurs, his voice a low growl. "I like that. I want to feel you tight around me, want to make you scream my name."

Bianca whimpers, her fingers digging into the flesh of Dr. Davis's hips. She leans forward, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along his shaft, her tongue darting out to tease the sensitive spots on either side of the head.

Dr. Davis's fingers tangle in Bianca's hair, gripping the strands tightly as he pulls her head back. With a firm tug, he guides her over to the single chair in the room, pushing her down onto the plush cushion. Bianca's back is to Dr. Davis as she kneels in the chair, her heart pounding with anticipation.

"Keep your hands on your thighs," Dr. Davis commands, his voice low and authoritative. "Don't move them until I tell you to."

Bianca shivers at his words, a thrill running down her spine. She complies, placing her hands on her thighs and holding them there, waiting for his next move. The position leaves her exposed, her ass in the air, and she feels ****, yet excited.

Dr. Davis steps closer, his hands coming to rest on Bianca's hips. His fingers dig into the flesh, gripping her tightly as he leans over her. The heat of his body radiates against her back, his breath ghosting over the curve of her ass.

Bianca whimpers, her body trembling under his touch. She arches her back slightly, pushing her ass more firmly against him. Dr. Davis chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that sends vibrations through his chest.

Bianca feels the head of Dr. Davis's cock suddenly at her entrance, making her gasp. The thick head pushes past her tight lips, stretching her walls, and she moans at the sensation. Dr. Davis's hands grip her hips tightly as he slowly sinks into her, inch by inch, filling her completely.

Bianca's fingers dig into her thighs, her nails leaving crescent-shaped indents in the flesh. She arches her back, pressing her ass more firmly against Dr. Davis, urging him deeper. The sensation of being so full, so stretched, is almost too much for her to handle.

"Fuck, Bianca," Dr. Davis groans, his voice strained with pleasure. "You're so tight. I can feel your walls squeezing me."

Bianca whimpers, her body trembling under his touch. She rolls her hips, trying to take him even deeper, wanting to feel every thick inch inside her. Dr. Davis's hands on her hips keep her in place, preventing her from moving, but the restriction only serves to heighten her pleasure.

Dr. Davis pulls back slightly, just the head of his cock remaining inside Bianca. He pauses for a moment, letting her feel the emptiness, the aching need to be filled again. Then, with a powerful thrust, he drives back in, burying himself to the hilt.

Bianca cries out, her fingers clenching into fists at her thighs.

Bianca whimpers and whines, begging Dr. Davis to fuck her harder, to make her scream. "Please," she pleads, her voice **** and needy. "I need you. I need your cock inside me. Please, fuck me."

Dr. Davis's hands grip her hips even tighter, holding her in place as he begins to thrust into her, hard and deep. He pulls back, only to slam forward again, driving his cock into her welcoming heat over and over. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, accompanied by Bianca's **** moans and cries.

Dr. Davis's thrusts grow harder, faster, more erratic as he chases his pleasure. He leans over Bianca's back, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of her shoulder. He bites down, marking her, claiming her as his own.

Bianca cries out, her body trembling under the **** of Dr. Davis's thrusts. She arches her back, pushing her ass higher, meeting him thrust for thrust. The sensation of being taken so roughly, so fiercely, is overwhelming, and she feels herself hurtling towards a powerful climax.

As Dr. Davis's thrusts grow more frenzied, Bianca feels her body trembling on the edge of a shattering orgasm. She bites back the instinctive urge to warn him to pull out, not wanting to break the intense rhythm they've fallen into. Instead, she braces her hands against the chair's armrests, arching her back to push her hips further back into his forceful thrusts. The head of his cock drags along her sensitive inner walls, sending sparks of pleasure radiating through her core.

Dr. Davis groans, his breath hot and ragged against Bianca's shoulder. His fingers dig into the flesh of her hips, gripping her tightly as he looms over her. "Fuck, Bianca," he growls, his voice low and strained. "You feel incredible. So fucking tight. I'm gonna... fuck, I'm gonna cum."

Bianca feels the pressure building in her body, a coiling tension that threatens to snap at any moment. Her inner muscles clench rhythmically around Dr. Davis's throbbing shaft, trying to milk his release. She pushes back against him, taking him as deep as physically possible, **** to feel him pulse inside her as he finds his climax.

The sound of their bodies colliding fills the room, a lewd symphony of wet slaps and moans. Bianca's cries echo off the walls, a ****, needy sound that belies her usual composure. She's lost in a haze of pleasure, all rational thought drowned out by the pounding of her heart and the ache in her core.

And then, it happens. A snap of ecstasy that sends Bianca hurtling over the edge into oblivion. "Oh god, Dr. Davis!" she cries out, her back arching almost painfully as waves of pleasure crash over her. Her inner walls clamp down around him, pulsing and milking his own release.

As Dr. Davis buries himself to the hilt inside her, his cock twitching and throbbing, Bianca feels the heat of his cum flooding her depths. The sensation triggers aftershocks of pleasure, making her shudder and moan under him. They remain locked together, both riding out the intense waves of their mutual climax, until finally, they collapse into the chair, panting and spent.

Bianca's face rests against the back of the chair as she feels Dr. Davis continuing to spill his seed into her, the warmth of his release flooding her depths and triggering aftershocks of pleasure that make her shudder and moan under him. He twitches and throbs inside her, still spurting out his cum as he gasps and shudders above her, his weight pressing down on her back.

As the last of his cum trickles out, Dr. Davis's body relaxes, his head resting on her shoulder as his ragged breathing washes over her skin. Bianca's eyes drift closed, her own chest heaving with exertion as she feels the aftershocks still rippling through her. The room is silent, the only sound the quiet rustle of their breathing.

Dr. Davis's arms wrap around her waist, holding her in place as he presses his face into the curve of her neck. For a few moments, they simply rest there, basking in the warm glow of their spent passion. Bianca feels a sense of lethargy wash over her, her muscles feeling like jelly as she sinks into the chair. Her mind is a pleasant haze, her thoughts a jumbled mix of sensations and emotions that refuse to coalesce into coherent thoughts. All she knows is that she feels... spent. Complete.