Rest of the day!

We lingered in that supply room haze for what felt like hours, though it was only minutes—Lena's hand still cradling my throbbing cock through the scrubs, her fingers squeezing the base where my balls ached, heavy and full.

The wet spot spread under her thumb as she circled the leaking tip, my pussy pulsing with need, slickness soaking my thighs.

'We should get back,' she whispered finally, her breath hot against my neck, but her touch didn't stop until I nodded, both of us flushed and breathless. As we slipped out separately, the hospital's chaos swallowed us, but the promise lingered like a secret pulse between my legs.

The rest of the shift dragged, stolen glances across the station fueling the fire. Lena's eyes would flick to my bulge whenever I bent to check a chart, her cheeks pinking as she imagined what she'd felt—my thick shaft straining, veins bulging under her palm.

By the end of the day, as we clocked out, she caught my arm in the locker room, her curvy body close enough that I smelled her faint vanilla lotion mixed with sweat.