In the sterile, white halls of a hospital, lost in the maze of corridors, was a woman with small, perky breasts and long, flowing hair. She was nude, her hospital gown discarded in a heap on the floor. Her name was Katarina, a 25-year-old woman who had come to the hospital seeking help for a minor ailment.
But as she wandered the halls, lost and unsure of where to go, she stumbled upon a man who would change her night forever.
His name was Dr. Markus, a tall and handsome man in his early thirties. He was a renowned surgeon, known for his skilled hands and sharp mind. When he saw Katarina, lost and exposed, he couldn’t help but be drawn to her.
He approached her slowly, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and desire. “Are you lost?” he asked, his voice soft and reassuring.
Katarina looked up at him, her eyes meeting his. She felt a spark of attraction, a heat that spread throughout her body. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Markus offered to help her find her way, and as they walked, the tension between them grew. Katarina found herself drawn to him, his confidence and charm irresistible.
When they reached a secluded part of the hospital, Markus turned to face Katarina. He took a step closer to her, his eyes never leaving hers. “I want you,” he said, his voice low and husky.
Katarina felt a shiver run down her spine, her heart racing in her chest. She nodded, unable to find her voice.
Markus reached out, his fingers tracing a path from her collarbone to her breasts. He cupped them in his hands, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. Katarina gasped, her back arching as pleasure coursed through her.
Markus’s mouth found hers, his lips crushing against hers in a passionate kiss. His tongue delved into her mouth, exploring and tasting. Katarina responded in kind, their tongues dancing and twirling together.
Markus’s hands continued to roam over Katarina’s body, his fingers leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He reached down, his fingers finding her wet and ready.
“Please,” Katarina whispered, her voice filled with need.
Markus didn’t need any further encouragement. He positioned himself behind her, his hands on her hips as he entered her.
Katarina cried out, her head falling back as pleasure consumed her. Markus began to move, his thrusts deep and powerful.
Their moans echoed through the hospital, a symphony of pleasure and desire. Katarina’s fingers dug into the sheets, her body trembling as she reached her peak.
Markus followed soon after, his release triggering another wave of pleasure for Katarina.
They lay there, spent and satisfied, their bodies entwined.
“I’ll help you find your way,” Markus whispered, his lips brushing against Katarina’s ear.
And as they got dressed and continued their journey through the hospital, they both knew that this was just the beginning of their story.
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The end.
