Doc cums on her tits

Anne's lips tightened around Dr. Thompson's cock as she moved with renewed vigor, her mouth gliding up and down his shaft in a steady rhythm. The air was thick with the scent of arousal, and the faint sounds of her suction filled the room, mingling with his deep, guttural groans. Her hands, now resting on his thighs, gripped him firmly, pulling him deeper into her mouth with each stroke. Dr. Thompson's fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her pace, his breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps.

Anne's head bobbed up and down, her massive 44E breasts swayed rhythmically, their fullness captivating Dr. Thompson's gaze. He couldn't help but reach out, his hands cupping the soft mounds as they bounced with each movement. "Damn, you have some beautiful tits," he muttered, his voice strained with pleasure. Anne's cheeks flushed, but she smiled around his cock, her eyes gleaming with arousal. The room filled with the wet sounds of her efforts, each suck and pop echoing through the air as Dr. Thompson's fingers dug deeper into her hair, pulling her closer with each thrust.

Anne's lips tightened around Dr. Thompson's cock, her pace quickened, each stroke more intense than the last. The wet sounds of her efforts grew louder, filling the room with a rhythmic suction that seemed to match the pounding of their hearts. Dr. Thompson's hands gripped her hair firmly, pulling her deeper with each thrust, his groans becoming more urgent. Anne's massive breasts swayed violently now, their soft flesh jiggling with each movement, and Dr. Thompson couldn't resist the urge to reach out and squeeze them, his fingers digging into the plush mounds as he arched his back, pushing himself further into her mouth.

Anne's lips continued their relentless pace, she reached down with one hand, her fingers wrapping around the base of Dr. Thompson's cock while her other hand gently grasped his balls. She squeezed them softly at first, feeling their weight and the way they seemed to draw up as his pleasure intensified. His groans grew louder, more ****, and she could sense the building pressure in his body. Anne's own arousal spiked as she felt his balls tighten under her touch, a clear sign that his orgasm was nearing.

As the last spasms of Dr. Thompson's orgasm subsided, he gazed down at Anne with a mixture of satisfaction and primal desire. Her breasts, still glistening with the remnants of their passion, rose and fell with each breath, and her face was flushed, her lips swollen from the relentless pace she had maintained. Without a word, he reached out, his fingers tracing the curves of her breasts before gently scooping up the semen that had pooled there.

Dr. Thompson's fingers, glistening with the remnants of his pleasure, hovered near Anne's lips, he gazed at her with a commanding intensity. "Clean them," he ordered, his voice low and rough, still laced with the aftershocks of his orgasm. Anne's eyes, still sparkling with arousal, met his as she leaned forward, her tongue extending to delicately trace the tips of his fingers. She took her time, her mouth closing around each digit, her tongue swirling in languid motions to remove every trace of semen. The act was both intimate and primal, a silent testament to the power dynamic between them.

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