The doctor continues his examination

The Doctor's hands tightened on Anne's shoulders as he pulled her away, his cock glistening with her saliva. "That's good, my slut," he said, his voice low and approving. "Now it's my turn to breed you with it." Anne's eyes widened, a mix of anticipation and fear sparkling in them as he lifted her onto the bed. The Doctor positioned himself between her legs, his thick cock pressing against her entrance. With a swift, powerful thrust, he buried himself inside her, her tight pussy gripping him like a vice.

The Doctor's thrusts grew more intense, his knowledge of Anne's fertile window spurring him on as he aimed to maximize the chances of conception. "Feel that, my slut?" he growled, his deep voice resonating as he drove into her, each stroke deliberate and forceful. Anne's breath hitched, her hands gripping his arms tightly as she felt the pressure building inside her. The Doctor's expertise in reproduction wasn't just theoretical; he knew exactly how to position her, how to angle his hips to ensure his seed reached its destination. Doctor's thrusts became even more relentless as he leaned in closer, his hot breath grazing Anne's ear. "I'm going to knock you up, my slut," he growled, his voice filled with a primal intensity. "And I'm going to watch every inch of your body change—your belly swelling, your tits getting fuller, your ass rounding out. You're going to be mine, every part of you, inside and out." Anne's moans turned into **** gasps as his words fueled her arousal, her body trembling beneath him. The Doctor's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging deeper as he pounded into her, each stroke a testament to his dominance.

His words sent a shiver down Anne's spine, her mind racing with the primal intensity of his promise. "You will be my white slut baby maker," he growled, each thrust deeper and more possessive. Anne's breath caught in her throat as his hands roamed her body, claiming every inch of her. "My black cock is going to fill you so deep, so completely," he whispered, his voice a low, guttural growl that sent waves of pleasure through her. Anne's legs wrapped tighter around him, her body arching to meet each powerful stroke.

His relentless pounding pushed Anne closer to the edge, her body trembling with each forceful thrust. "You're mine," he growled, his voice echoing through the room as he claimed her with every inch of his being. Anne's hands clawed at the sheets, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she felt the pressure build inside her. The Doctor's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging deep into her flesh as he drove into her with unyielding intensity. "I can feel you getting closer," he hissed, his hot breath against her ear sending shivers down her spine.

The Doctor's gaze drifted upward, his eyes locking onto Anne's breasts as they bounced with each powerful thrust. He could already envision the changes that would soon take place—her already ample tits would likely double in size, swollen with milk, a testament to the life growing inside her. The thought sent a surge of primal satisfaction through him, his cock swelling even more as he imagined her body transforming under his care. "Your tits are going to be magnificent," he growled, his hands reaching up to cup them, his fingers tweaking her nipples as he drove into her.

His hands slid down from Anne's hips, his strong fingers curling around the cheeks of her ass. He squeezed firmly, the pressure sending a mix of pleasure and pain through her. "Your ass and hips will get wider," he growled, his voice filled with a possessive intensity. "They'll round out beautifully as my seed takes root inside you." Anne's breath hitched at his words, her body trembling beneath him. The Doctor's imagination ran wild with the vision of her transformation—her curves becoming more pronounced, her figure blossoming under the influence of the life growing within her.

As the Doctor's thrusts reached a fever pitch, he could feel Anne's body trembling beneath him, her muscles tightening around his cock like a vice. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, and her nails dug deeper into his back, drawing blood. He knew she was on the edge, her orgasm building with each relentless stroke. "Come for me, my slut," he growled, his voice low and commanding, as he drove into her with even greater ****. Anne's body arched, her head thrown back, and a guttural moan tore from her throat as she reached her climax.

As Anne's orgasm reached its peak, the Doctor's own climax surged forward, his thick cock pulsating as he unleashed a torrent of his seed deep within her. "That's it, my slut," he growled, his voice raw with primal satisfaction, as he emptied himself into her, filling her white pussy to the brim. Anne's body shuddered beneath him, her muscles clenching around his cock as if to pull every last drop from him. The Doctor's hands tightened on her hips, holding her in place as he buried himself as deep as possible, ensuring that his seed took root within her fertile womb.

As the last spasms of their climaxes faded, the Doctor slowly withdrew from Anne, his semen glistening in the dim light as it trickled down her thighs. He leaned back, a self-satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he gazed at her flushed, exhausted form. "You took it all so well," he murmured, his voice still laced with the raw edge of passion. Anne lay there, her chest heaving, her body slick with sweat, her eyes half-lidded as she struggled to catch her breath. The Doctor reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of her belly, his touch gentle now, almost reverent.

The Doctor's fingers lingered on Anne's belly, his touch now gentle, almost reverent, as he imagined the life beginning to stir within her. "You're going to make a perfect mother," he whispered, his voice low and filled with satisfaction. Anne's chest still heaved as she struggled to catch her breath, her body slick with sweat and his semen. She could feel the warmth of his seed trickling down her thighs, a tangible reminder of what they had just done. The Doctor leaned back, his eyes never leaving hers, a smirk playing on his lips.