"I k-know, Doctor!" I sobbed, my voice breaking. "B-but it's not! It's getting worse! P-please, you have to do something!" I let out another groan, my hips bucking slightly off the table, my cock slapping against my stomach with a wet sound.
"Oh, she's hooked," I thought, my smirk growing wider behind my hands. "She can't look away."
Anya's chest heaved, her eyes wide as she stared at my cock, her mind clearly racing.
She turned abruptly and grabbed another tissue, thrusting it at Nathalie, who was still standing frozen in place, her face streaked with my cum, her expression a mix of shock and embarrassment.
"Mrs. Nathalie, clean yourself up," Anya snapped, her voice trembling with barely contained frustration.
Nathalie's fingers trembled violently as she pressed the tissue to her face, her cheeks burning with humiliation. The room felt like it was closing in, the air thick with tension and something far more shameful—arousal.
