Miss: You cum just thinking about it

"Is this the only way I can get through to you?" Dr. Rogers says to her -- it must be true, they've got rings and all -- her wife, Dr. Breedlove. "Do I have to suck his cock to show you how it feels when you keep cheating on me? Aaaargh!"

Dr. Breedlove looks cute when she's ashamed. She's blushed bright pink and looks down at the floor. Her short cap cut of blonde hair isn't long enough to hide her eyes though.

"All right, Diddy, here's your medicine. Mr. Forbes...?"

You nod. Fawn Rogers takes that as consent. She reaches out, leans over your cock and opens her mouth. But before she even touches you, your cock swells and shoots.

Fawn laughs out loud, her full lips wide with angry humor.

Dr. Breedlove slinks out.

"Here you are, Mr. Forbes," Dr. Rogers says. She hands you an absorbing wipe and lets you clean yourself, holding up a disposal bin for you.

"Th-thank you Doctor," you manage to say.

"Nighty-night," Dr. Rogers says. She erases "Dr. Didyma Breedlove" from your whiteboard of caregivers and care instructions and leaves, dimming the lights.

You fall asleep.