the case of the Not so Limp Dick
Dr Avery knew today felt special full of Taboo Fucking
Dr. Avery ushered Mike into her plush office, her stride confident and alluring in her red heels. The 64-year-old man, still bundled in his winter coat, looked out of place among the tasteful furniture and abstract art adorning the walls. “So, Mr. Mike, tell me more about your Limp Dick… difficulties,” she said with a warm smile, gesturing for him to take a seat.
As Mike fumbled with his language, Dr. Avery leaned forward, her knees mere inches from his, her fitted white blouse hugging the curves of her breasts. Her piercing green eyes locked onto his, and her soft voice coaxed, “Let’s get down to business, shall we?” She retrieved a sample male enhancement device from her desk and begin to demonstrate its use. Mike’s eyes glazed over, transfixed by the doctor’s deft fingers as they guided the plastic cock into a vibrating state.
With a disarming chuckle, Dr. Avery declared, “I think we’ve found your solution, Mike.” As the older man’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson, she stood and smoothly unzipped her skirt, letting it pool at her feet. Her black lace panties were barely visible beneath the sheer fabric of her stockings and garters. With a sly grin, she beckoned Mike to stand and join her. He hesitated, but her hypnotic gaze erased all doubts.
In a fluid motion, Dr. Avery pushed Mike’s pants and boxers down, freeing his flaccid member. Her hand wrapped around it as she began to stroke, her thumb applying subtle pressure to the sensitive underside. Mike’s breath quickened, and within moments, his soft flesh began to harden and grow in her grasp. “That’s it, Mike,” Dr. Avery purred, “just let go and trust in your body’s response.”
With a triumphant smirk, Dr. Avery guided Mike’s now fully erect cock to the moist heat between her thighs. “Taste yourself in me, Mike,” she commanded, her voice low and sultry. Mike’s eyes widened as he penetrated her, his length disappearing into her warmth. Dr. Avery wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him to pump in and out of her as she rocked her hips to meet his thrusts. “Oh, Mike,” she gasped, “you feel so good inside me.” The room echoed with the rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh as they found a frenzied pace, lost in the primal pleasure of coupling in the midst of her professional sanctum.