In the sterile, cold halls of the hospital, a woman named Isabella roamed. She was a sight to behold, her long chestnut hair cascading down her shoulders, her small but perky breasts bare and exposed. The hospital gown did little to hide her nudity, and she reveled in the feeling of the cool air on her skin.
Isabella had been in the hospital for a minor procedure, but the anesthesia had left her feeling incredibly horny. She had always had a thing for doctors, with their crisp white coats and authoritative demeanors. And now, here she was, wandering the halls in a daze, her body craving release.
As she turned a corner, she spotted him. Dr. Jackson, the handsome young surgeon who had performed her procedure. He was leaning against the wall, checking his phone, and when he looked up and saw her, his eyes widened in surprise.
“Isabella,” he said, his voice low and husky. “What are you doing out of bed?”
She sauntered towards him, her hips swaying seductively. “I couldn’t sleep,” she said, her voice breathy and seductive. “I was hoping you could help me with that.”
Dr. Jackson hesitated for a moment, but then he smiled. “Follow me,” he said, leading her to a nearby supply closet.
Once inside, the door closed behind them with a soft click. Dr. Jackson turned to face Isabella, his eyes dark with desire. “You’re playing with fire, little one,” he said, his voice low.
Isabella smiled, her lips curling into a wicked grin. “I know,” she said, reaching out to touch his chest. “But I can’t help it. I want you, Dr. Jackson.”
He groaned, his hands reaching out to cup her breasts. “Fuck, Isabella,” he said, his thumbs brushing against her nipples. “You have no idea how much I want you too.”
She gasped as he began to knead her breasts, his fingers pinching and pulling at her nipples. She could feel herself growing wet, her pussy clenching with need.
“Please,” she moaned, her hands reaching down to undo his pants. “I need you inside me.”
Dr. Jackson helped her, his pants falling to the floor in a heap. He stepped out of them, his cock springing free. It was long and thick, and Isabella couldn’t wait to feel it inside her.
She sank to her knees, her mouth wrapping around the head of his cock. She sucked and licked, her tongue swirling around the tip. Dr. Jackson groaned, his hands reaching down to tangle in her hair.
“Fuck, Isabella,” he said, his hips thrusting forward. “Your mouth feels so good.”
She took him deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate his size. She could feel him hitting the back of her throat, and she moaned around him, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine.
But she wanted more. She wanted to feel him inside her, filling her up and making her scream.
She stood up, her hands reaching down to guide him inside her. He entered her slowly, inch by inch, until he was fully seated.
They began to move together, their bodies rocking in a rhythm as old as time. Isabella moaned, her head thrown back in ecstasy.
“Yes, Dr. Jackson,” she said, her voice husky and needy. “Fuck me harder.”
He obliged, his hips thrusting faster and harder. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her pussy clenching around him.
And then, with a final thrust, she came. Her orgasm ripped through her, making her scream out in pleasure.
Dr. Jackson followed soon after, his cock twitching inside her as he came. They collapsed against each other, their bodies slick with sweat.
“Fuck, Isabella,” he said, his voice breathless. “That was amazing.”
She smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I told you I wanted you, Dr. Jackson,” she said, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest.
He chuckled, his hands reaching down to cup her ass. “And I’m glad you did,” he said, his lips brushing against hers.
And as they stood there, wrapped up in each other, the hospital around them seemed to fade away. All that mattered was the two of them, and the passion that burned between them.
