Dr. Williams [Part 6] - Removing her Panties

The stethoscope lay forgotten on the floor as I reached for a fresh pair of gloves, the latex snapping against my wrists with sharp finality. Mary's thighs pressed together instinctively when my gaze dropped to her skirt—a nervous reflex that only made Jeremy's grin widen. "Standard pelvic exam," I announced, though the tremor in my voice betrayed how far from standard this would be.

Mary's fingers fumbled at the button of her jeans with a sluggish exhaustion that seemed at odds with the electric arousal still humming through her body. The denim peeled away from her thighs with an audible whisper, revealing skin flushed pink from Jeremy's earlier attentions. Her legs—smooth and surprisingly toned beneath the soft padding of motherhood—trembled as she stepped out of the pooled fabric, her knees nearly buckling when Jeremy deliberately exhaled against the nape of her neck.

The moment my fingers hooked into the lace of Mary's panties, I felt Jeremy's breath hitch against the back of her neck—hot, possessive, approving. The black fabric clung stubbornly to her damp skin as I peeled them down, revealing the flushed, swollen lips beneath. Mary's thighs trembled as the panties caught momentarily on her knees, the elastic snapping against her skin before finally pooling at her ankles. The scent hit me immediately—musky and thick, unmistakably fertile—with an undertone of Jeremy's alpha musk still lingering between her folds.