SS #3

The aftershocks of my orgasm rippled through me, my cock still twitching in Lena's mouth as she swallowed the last spurts, her tongue gently lapping at the sensitive head to clean me up. But even as my body hummed with release, the fire in her eyes told me we weren't done—far from it. Her cheeks flushed, lips swollen and glistening with a mix of saliva and my cum, she pulled back slowly, a string of it connecting us for a heartbeat before breaking.

I could see the raw need in her, the way her thighs pressed together, her own arousal soaking through whatever she'd thrown on after work. The homesick knot in my chest loosened a fraction more, replaced by this urgent pull toward her, like she was the anchor I'd been missing since leaving the Philippines.

I reached down, my hand slipping beneath the waistband of her loose pants—scrubs from earlier, hastily changed into at home but still carrying that faint hospital scent of antiseptic and sweat. My fingers trembled with fresh need, brushing over the soft curls at the top of her mound before dipping lower, finding her pussy drenched and hot, lips swollen and parting easily under my touch.

She gasped around my softening cock, the vibration sending a jolt straight to my core, my pussy clenching in response as I traced her slick folds.

'Holly... yes, touch me there,' she murmured, voice husky and broken, her dark ponytail disheveled now, strands sticking to her sweat-damp neck. I slid one finger inside her, feeling the tight, velvety walls grip me, her juices coating my skin as I curled it upward, stroking that spongy spot that made her hips buck.

Our breaths mingled in the dim light of her living room, hot and ragged, her scent—musky arousal mixed with the lingering spice from takeout—filling my senses. Emotions swirled thick between us: the shared ache of immigrant lives, her understanding nods during our stories about family and dreams, now twisting into this physical hunger that chased away my first-day stares and the bulge's embarrassing weight under fabric.

I pushed her back gently but firmly, guiding her onto the nearby couch that doubled as her makeshift bed for late nights, her curvy body sprawling out, legs spreading wide in invitation. She bit her lip, eyes locking on mine with that same greedy hunger she'd shown at work, stealing glances during rounds before we confessed in the supply room.