Two doctors playing doctor.

Winona set her camera down a while ago, before finding out what her colleague’s tongue felt like inside her, and is now pumping away at Dr.Browning’s cock while he hangs onto her shoulders for dear life. The scientist woman’s hands are so much softer than he’d expected, and despite her speed, Winona’s handjob feels almost gentle.

Once the cryptozoologist’s dick starts twitching, leaking pre-cum onto his nice wooden floor, his cute rival stops touching him. Thunderfoot huffs, “Be careful, I want you to last through foreplay. I need that dick inside me soon.” Catching her breath for a moment while her hunky bedmate helps her stay on top of the sheets, she lowers her lips to his member.

As the cute doctor starts licking his cock again, Eliot grabs onto his pillow and her nape in fear of a premature ejaculation; barely hanging in there when her tongue wraps around his shaft. “Oooh… oh lord… Doctor, you might be too good at that…”

The hunk wheezes as he gets the life sucked out of him, but then yells; seeing Webby the swamp creature stick her smiling, fishy face in the cabin window.

Distracted by the unbelievable sight, Dr.Browning accidentally shoots his load right in Winona’s face— with a big squirt coating her eyes in man cream. The fishwoman giggles at his embarrassing orgasmic yelp, and sticks around by the glass to watch her favorite human in a naked panic.

“Oh my goodness, it’s Webby!” Eliot says in a post-climax tizzy, helping Winona to her knees on the bed. “Oh good lord, it’s Webby!”

Dr.Thunderfoot seems almost pleased with her impromptu facial, but she’s totally blinded as Eliot tries to point out the monster girl in the window. Rosalind trips out of the (mysteriously ajar) bathroom door with a hand stuck down the front of her panties, breathing heavily even before she hits the ground. “I swear I wasn’t watching you having sex from the bathroom!”

While Dr.Thunderfoot wipes at the cum coating her face, the leggy brunette scrambles closer to Eliot without picking her glasses off the floor, asking, “Wait, did you say Webby!?”

“Yes! Yes! She’s right outside!” He says in hysterics, pointing at the black-eyed fishwoman acting all coquettish in the window. “Look at her!”