In the sterile, cold halls of the hospital, a woman named Isabella roamed. She was a vision of beauty amidst the sickness and suffering, with her long, wavy chestnut hair cascading down her back and her small, perky breasts perfectly accentuated by the flimsy hospital gown she wore. Her nipples were erect from the chill in the air, poking through the thin fabric and begging to be touched.
Isabella had been visiting her ailing father in the hospital, but her thoughts had long since strayed from his condition. She couldn’t help but feel a growing desire building within her, a need that only another person could fulfill. She found herself wandering the halls, searching for someone to satisfy her carnal cravings.
As she turned a corner, she spotted him. A man, tall and handsome with piercing blue eyes and a strong jawline, was leaning against the wall with a weary look on his face. He was dressed in a white lab coat, his name tag reading “Dr. Mark”. Isabella felt her heart skip a beat as she took in his rugged good looks.
She approached him, her hips swaying seductively as she walked. “Excuse me, Dr. Mark,” she said, her voice husky and low. “I couldn’t help but notice how tired you look. Maybe I could help you relax.”
