Hammer (Dr.) Hammer

For Gunnar, Dr. Hammer got hotter the more naked she became. Her full round soft breasts surged forward, freed from the imprisonment of a powerful bra, and her nipples were hard and distended like pencil erasers set in wide areolae of cheery pink.

"See how excited my nipples are," she hissed. "And look at this."

Gunnar dutifully looked as she slipped off the rest of her clothing. Her snatch glistened with copiuously oozing lubrication at her beautifully bushy crotch and her strong silky inner thighs. She was beyond simply "wet," she was damn near gushing.

"I'm afraid I'm not a doctor anymore," she apologized to Miss Hooker. "Right now. I'm nothing but all woman -- and I've got to service that cock!" She didn't dally either, as she knelt right down and clasped his lower shaft in her thrilling cushiony cleavage, while applying her mouth, lips and tongue wildly to his grapefruit-sized glans.

"I can't get over how fucking huge it is," Miss Hooker sighed as she went on camcording.

Dr. Hammer broke away. "neither can I." She rose up and confronted Gunnar, mashing her mighty bosom against his chest. "I've got to fuck you!"

"Oh! But he's so big! I don't know!" worried Miss Hooker.

"I've got to fuck him! I've got to!"

Gunnar was impressed as Dr. Hammer led him back against the desk, then climbed up on him and sat her vulva down right over his cockhead. With his strange new post-RAIP strength he found it eerily easy to keep her hoisted up by her nice ripe ass, and he held her to slowly commit vaginal seppuku upon him. Her face got red, and she gasped and grunted, her eyes tearing up -- but she was gradually able to ram inch after inch of him up into her.

"He's so big," Miss Hooker worried, "you can't go all the way, you can't!"

"Just watch me!" she growled.