Horny Teen Seeks Lesbian Doctor’s Help to Cum

So, I finally worked up the nerve to book that appointment with the lesbian doctor everyone in my friend group had whispered about, and let me tell you, the rumors didn’t even scratch the surface of what actually went down in that sterile little office. I walked in with my heart hammering, trying to play it cool, but she saw right through my flimsy story about needing a routine check-up, and the way her eyes lingered on my bare legs as I sat on the paper-covered table made my skin tingle with anticipation. She started with the usual stuff, the cold stethoscope against my chest, but her touch lingered a beat too long, and when she asked me to lie back, I swear the air in the room got thick and charged. I confessed I was tense, that I needed help, and her smile turned knowing as she slid her hand up my thigh, murmuring that she had a very specialized treatment for that kind of tension. The first brush of her fingers was electric, and before I knew it, she had me gasping, her skilled hands coaxing sounds out of me I didn’t know I could make, but it wasn’t until she positioned herself between my legs, our bodies aligning perfectly, that the real session began. The tribbing was relentless, a slow, grinding pressure that built a coiling heat deep in my belly, and she whispered filthy encouragements against my ear, telling me exactly how good I felt against her. I was lost in the slick, hot slide of our bodies, the scent of her perfume mixed with my own arousal, and when she pressed harder, faster, my thoughts scattered completely. The orgasm ripped through me in waves, a blinding release that had me arching off the table, and I knew I had finally gotten exactly the help I needed to cum, leaving me shaky, satisfied, and already wondering when I could schedule my next visit.