Priya goes down

There was a hush to the hospital, it was clearly very late. He could hear hushed sounds. Even Priya was more whispering then talking.

Her hands were doing a marvelous job, rubbing and tugging just right.

“Priya, I think it would be better if you took your top off while you massage don’t you?” William inquired.

“Oh Mr. Hamilton, that wouldn’t be appropriate at all,” she said, stepping back briefly to pull her strub top off, showing a conservativ cotton bra.

“Lose the bra too please,” he asked.

“Now Mr. Hamilton, that is really no way to talk to me,” she scolded as she unclasped the bra and let it fall to the ground.

“You don’t mind ahhhhh…. how I talk to you oooh, right?” he struggled to say.

“Of course not, you can say whatever you want,” Priya panted.

“Straddle ooooooo me at the end of the bed, gives aweeeee you better access,” he told her.

She didn’t want to do this thing, but without thinking found herself struggling her patients bed, naked up top, giving him a hand job.

She continued her ministrations in earnest now. He was clearly getting very close, his dick was throbbing with anticipating. She was panting a bit.