Busty Babe Assists with Minor Therapy

Her tits are massive, perfect mounds of flesh that strain against her tight nurse uniform. She leans over me, those heavy globes swinging dangerously close to my face as she pretends to check my pulse. I can smell her perfume, a mix of cheap flowers and raw sex. She’s supposed to be giving me a ‘small treatment,’ but her hand is already sliding down my stomach, fingers tracing the waistband of my shorts. ‘You look tense,’ she purrs, her voice dripping with false concern. ‘I need to make sure your blood pressure doesn’t spike.’ She giggles, a dirty little sound that makes my cock throb. Her fingers find my zipper, and she doesn’t hesitate. She pulls it down slowly, deliberately, her eyes locked on mine with a wicked gleam. ‘This is part of the therapy,’ she whispers, her breath hot on my neck. ‘Doctor’s orders.’ I can feel her nails scraping against my skin as she wraps her hand around me, stroking with a practiced ease that suggests this isn’t her first ‘house call.’ Her tits bounce with every movement, hypnotizing me as she works me faster. ‘You need to relax,’ she coos, leaning down to take me in her mouth. The wet heat is overwhelming, and I can’t help but groan as she deepthroats me, her nose buried in my pubic hair. She gags slightly but doesn’t stop, her hand gripping my thigh as she bobs her head up and down. I can feel her saliva dripping down my balls, sticky and warm. She pulls off with a wet pop, a string of spit connecting her lips to my tip. ‘I think you need a more thorough examination,’ she says, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Before I can respond, she’s on top of me, her skirt hiked up to reveal her bare pussy, glistening and ready. She guides me into her, her eyes rolling back as she sinks down. Her tits are in my face, and I suck on her nipple as she rides me, her moans filling the room. ‘Fuck, I needed this,’ she gasps, her pace quickening. Her nails dig into my chest as she cums, her inner walls clamping down on me. I explode inside her, my vision blurring as she collapses on top of me, her breath hot and ragged in my ear. ‘Therapy session is over,’ she whispers, but her hand is already reaching down to stroke me again.