A More Physical Examination

"Is this okay?" she asks, her voice trembling as she averts her eyes.

You gaze at Maria's exposed breasts, your desire intensifying with each passing second. The sight of her flushed cheeks and heaving chest only fuels the fire burning within you.

"It really got bigger....." she murmurs, astonishment evident in her voice.

"I wasn't lying, you know..." you respond, your words laced with desire. "But I have another request, doc. To be honest, I'm still not at 100%, and I have a favor to ask you."

She meets your gaze nervously, anticipation shimmering in the air between you. She can already sense where this is heading.

"Okay...You can touch them," she grants, her voice barely above a whisper. You eagerly comply, your hands tracing the contours of her breasts, eliciting soft moans of pleasure from her.

"It sounds like you're enjoying this, doc," you remark, a playful grin tugging at your lips.

"I-I'm just doing this to help you," she protests weakly, her breath hitching as your touch sends shivers down her spine. Despite her protests, she finds herself unable to resist the pleasure coursing through her.

"How big are these?" you inquire, your voice laced with desire, each word dripping with anticipation.

With a soft moan, she responds, "They're C cups..."
Her breath hitches as your hands glide over her bosom, her eyelids fluttering shut as waves of pleasure wash over her.

Your cock stiffens to its full mast, the scanner's beeping serving as a timely cue that the examination is complete.

She reluctantly pulls away from your touch, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she reads the data on the scanner. "100% healthy... The condition of your penis...is perfect," she informs you, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Perfect like your breasts?" you tease, your words dripping with desire.

She blushes once more, her gaze darting nervously around the room. As she begins to put her bra back on, you interject.

"Whoa, doc...you're just going to leave me like this?" you feign disbelief, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

She turns back to you, her expression a mix of uncertainty and arousal. "Ummm..." she stammers, her mind racing to process the situation.

"You made me this hard, so shouldn't you help me take care of it?" you suggest, your tone playful yet suggestive, leaving little room for misunderstanding.