A Happy Ending

Her face heats up once again, as if a light switch, always turning red during these types of situations.

"Uh...how may I help?" she asks before nervously sitting down next to you once more.

"Can you use your hands?" you suggest.

She meets your gaze and nods slowly. "Okay..."
She moves closer to you and hesitates, before wrapping her right hand around your thick member. She gasps.

"Is everything alright?" you ask her.

"Y-yeah, it's just....it's so hard...and warm....." she stammers. "Um....do i just..."

"Yeah, you can just move your hand up and down," you interject.

She nods and start to slowly move her soft small hands, pumping your cock up and down. She appears super focused, her eyes not leaving your mast.
You let out a moan of pleasure. You can't believe this is actually happening. As if responding to your moans, she starts to pick up the pace. She strokes you faster and faster, intent on milking the seed out of your cock.

Your fingers eagerly find her bare tits, and as you squeeze them gently, Maria's breath hitches in anticipation.
A loud moan escapes her lips, her body responding instinctively to your touch.
Despite her initial surprise, she quickly recovers, her determination evident as she resumes stroking your cock, her movements synchronized with your caresses on her breasts.

As you play with her nipples, Maria's moans grow softer, a mixture of pleasure and arousal filling the air around you. The sensation of her soft skin against your fingertips sends shivers of delight down your spine, heightening the intensity of your own pleasure.

Her moans take you over the edge and you bellow, "I'm cumming!" before releasing your load all over her face.

Maria's eyes widen as your hot seed starts to splatter over her face, creating strings of warm, thick semen that cover her features and drip down onto her neck and chest. Both of you are momentarily stunned by the volume of your release, a testament to how backed up you were. Her face turns beet red as she stands up abruptly.

"Are you good?" you ask her, trying to catch your breath.

"Y-yeah," she stammers, her eyes flitting around the room until they land on a beaker nearby. With a sense of urgency, she seizes it and begins wiping your cum off her face and into the container, her movements swift and efficient as she avoids meeting your gaze.

"What are you doing?" you inquire, curiosity piqued by her actions.

"Your sperm is highly valuable...we can't waste any of it. I have to preserve it....in case it's needed for the future," she explains, her voice tinged with a hint of embarrassment as she continues to clean herself.

"Oh...I see. Well, you look really hot doing that," you remark flirtatiously, unable to resist teasing her as you watch her.

She blushes hard. "T-thanks....glad I could help..."
With that, she finishes up and places the filled beaker on a nearby table.
"Um, your check-up is now complete. I should go and get washed..." she informs you as she finally meets your eyes. She still looks a little embarrassed.

You just nod. "Thanks again doc."

Returning the nod, she grabs her bra and exits the room hurriedly.