Physical Adjustments

I lie face-down on the chiropractor's table, my body humming with pent-up tension from weeks of stress. Dr. Strong's firm hands grip my lower back, thumbs digging deep into my knotted muscles, sending sparks of relief—and something dirtier—straight to my core. "Relax, Kimmy," he murmurs, his breath hot against my neck as he works lower, palms sliding over my ass cheeks under the thin sheet. I gasp when he yanks the fabric aside, exposing my dripping pussy, his fingers "adjusting" my hips by spreading my thighs wide. His thick cock springs free, throbbing against my slick folds before he thrusts in deep, pounding out every ounce of my tension with raw, relentless strokes that leave me screaming and squirting all over his table.