My pussy throbbed from his brutal fucks, his thick cum still leaking out of me. I wanted to be quiet, awaiting his specialist doctor friend healing process but still my words tumbled out.
"What's his process, doctor", I purred, wearing my clothes, hiding my limping body under those. My body was still begging for more.
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