‘You’re exactly the kind of patient I love,’ Dr Lacey purrs, leaning over Pascal with those plump tits nearly spilling out of her blouse. Her eyes lock onto his—smirking, knowing she’ll make him beg before the first drop hits her lips. Bent over that wooden desk, skirt hiked up just enough to tease: stockings clinging to thick thighs as he pins her hips down. Then—down—her throat convulses around his shaft like she’s been practicing deepthroats since med school. ‘Mmmf…’ She moans against him, fingers digging into his shoulders as cum starts leaking from the corners of her mouth.