In the sterile, white halls of the hospital, a woman named Isabella lay in her bed, her long chestnut hair splayed out on the pillow. At 25 years old, she was the youngest patient on the ward, having been admitted for a minor procedure. But a complication had arisen, and she was now forced to stay for an extended period.
Doctor Adrian, a man of 40 with a charming smile and piercing blue eyes, made his rounds that evening. He approached Isabella’s bed, his gaze lingering on her small, perky breasts, exposed by the hospital gown.
“Good evening, Isabella,” he greeted, his voice low and soothing.
“Hi, Doctor Adrian,” she replied, her voice trembling slightly.
He pulled up a chair and sat down beside her, taking her hand in his.
“I know this has been difficult for you,” he said, “and I want you to know that I’m here for you.”
Isabella looked into his eyes, feeling a warmth spread through her body. She nodded, unable to speak.
Doctor Adrian leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a gentle kiss. Isabella responded, her hands reaching up to tangle in his short, blond hair.
The kiss deepened, their tongues dancing together. Doctor Adrian’s hand traveled down her body, cupping her breast and teasing her nipple. Isabella moaned, arching her back.
Doctor Adrian broke the kiss, his lips traveling down her neck. He nibbled and licked, causing Isabella to gasp and squirm.
He reached down, pulling the gown up and exposing her bare pussy. He spread her legs, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing in slow circles.
Isabella moaned, her hips bucking. Doctor Adrian’s other hand reached up, squeezing her nipple.
