In the sterile, white halls of the hospital, a woman with long, flowing hair wandered. She was nude, her small breasts bouncing with each step, but she seemed unfazed by her state of undress. Her name was Isabella, a 25-year-old woman who had just undergone a major surgery.
Dr. Samuel, a tall, dark-haired man with piercing blue eyes, found Isabella wandering the halls. He was surprised to see her out of her room, but even more so by her lack of clothing.
“Isabella, what are you doing out here?” he asked, trying to keep his eyes off her bare chest.
“I couldn’t sleep,” she said, her voice soft and sultry. “I needed some fresh air.”
Samuel couldn’t deny the attraction he felt towards Isabella. She was beautiful, with her long hair and petite figure. He knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help himself.
“Come with me,” he said, leading her to an empty room.
Once inside, Samuel couldn’t resist any longer. He pulled Isabella close, pressing his lips against hers. She responded eagerly, her tongue darting out to meet his.
Samuel’s hands roamed over Isabella’s body, cupping her small breasts and teasing her nipples. She moaned, her back arching as she pressed herself against him.
Without breaking their kiss, Samuel lifted Isabella onto the examination table, spreading her legs wide. He knelt between them, his tongue tracing a path from her navel to her clit.
Isabella gasped as Samuel’s tongue flicked over her clit, her hips bucking against his face. He sucked and licked, bringing her to the brink of orgasm.
But Samuel wasn’t done yet. He stood, his cock hard and throbbing. He teased Isabella’s entrance with the tip, before plunging deep inside her.
Isabella cried out, her nails digging into Samuel’s shoulders as he began to thrust. Each stroke was met with a moan, her body moving in time with his.
Samuel could feel himself getting close, but he wanted to make Isabella cum one more time. He reached down, rubbing her clit in time with his thrusts.
Isabella’s moans grew louder, her body tensing as she reached her peak. She cried out, her orgasm washing over her.
Samuel couldn’t hold back any longer. With one final thrust, he came, filling Isabella with his warmth.
They lay there, panting and sweaty, for several minutes. Samuel pulled out, his cum dripping down Isabella’s legs.
“We shouldn’t have done that,” he said, helping her off the table.
“I know,” Isabella said, a small smile on her face. “But it was worth it.”
Samuel couldn’t argue with that. He watched as Isabella got dressed, his mind already thinking about their next encounter.
