Obey The Doctors Orders

I lie back on the crinkly exam table, my heart pounding as Dr. Harlan towers over me, his white coat straining against his broad chest. "Obey my orders, patient," he growls, his voice low and commanding, stethoscope dangling like a promise of what's to come. "Strip everything off. Now." My fingers tremble as I peel away my clothes, exposing my heaving tits and the slick heat already building between my thighs. He watches with hungry eyes, gloved hands snapping on as he spreads my legs wide, locking them in the stirrups. "Good girl. Now, touch your pussy for me. Show me how wet my orders make you." I obey, circling my swollen clit, moaning as his fingers probe my dripping folds, stretching me open with two thick digits. "That's it, finger-fuck yourself deeper while I inspect this tight little cunt." His breath hot on my neck, he pumps into me, thumb grinding my nub until I'm bucking, juices squirting onto his wrist. But he's not done. "On your knees, slut. Suck my cock like your health depends on it." His massive shaft springs free, veiny and throbbing, and I wrap my lips around it, gagging as he face-fucks me, balls slapping my chin. "Swallow every inch—doctor's orders." He yanks me up, bends me over the table, and slams his bare cock balls-deep into my sopping pussy, pounding relentlessly. "Beg for my cum, patient. Milk this dick with your spasming walls." I scream yes, ass rippling with each brutal thrust, until he floods me with hot ropes of seed, breeding my obedient hole. "Follow-up appointment tomorrow," he pants, smirking as I collapse, utterly spent and craving more orders.