In the sterile, white halls of the hospital, a woman named Isabella wandered, her long chestnut hair cascading down her back. She was a sight to behold, her petite frame barely filling out the hospital gown that hung loosely on her shoulders. Her small breasts were barely noticeable beneath the thin fabric, and yet they were perfect, just like the rest of her.
Isabella had been in the hospital for days, recovering from a minor surgery. She was bored and restless, her mind wandering to thoughts of pleasure and release. She couldn’t help but feel aroused, knowing that she was surrounded by doctors and nurses who could fulfill her desires at any moment.
One day, as she lay in her hospital bed, she heard a soft knock at the door. It was Dr. Samuel, a tall, handsome man with piercing blue eyes and a charming smile. He was her surgeon, and she had grown to trust him over the past few days.
“Isabella, how are you feeling today?” he asked, his voice low and soothing.
