OBGYN Special Care

Bunny Colby breaks every rule she once followed. She shouldn't touch her intern. She shouldn't crave her the way she does. But Jane Wilde walks into her office each day looking soft and tight and completely willing, and Bunny forgets everything except the pulse between those legs. The petite doctor has already whispered the problem more than once: her cunt is tight, hypersensitive, almost sore from how little it's been touched. Bunny, OBGYN and supervisor, listens like she's taking a history. Then she pulls the blinds, tells Jane to slide her scrubs down, and checks for herself. She uses two fingers first, working them in slowly, coaxing the swollen lips apart. Jane whimpers, but her hips push forward, chasing the pressure. Bunny adds a third finger, knuckles glistening, stretching the girl open until the resistance turns to slick heat. Jane's breathing goes ragged; her small tits shake beneath her open coat. Bunny lets the intern drip onto her palm, then straps the harness over her own hips. She bends Jane over the exam table, drags the thick head through her folds, and pushes in one long stroke. The fit is still snug, tight enough to make Jane gasp and clench. Bunny holds still, lets her adjust, then drives again—deeper, wetter, faster. The office fills with the sound of skin meeting skin and the quiet, desperate sounds Jane can't hold back. Bunny knows the risk: her license, her marriage, everything she built. She knows it every time she pins Jane's wrists to the paper-covered table and fucks her through another shuddering orgasm. Yet she comes harder for it, teeth set against the intern's shoulder, hips locked, grinding until the ache is mutual and the guilt feels like just another forbidden rush.