Out Patient

Serena watched her patient's face twist every time meds didn't cut it, those long talks when nobody was around, her skimpy caregiver uniforms hugging all her huge tits, she'd memorized exactly what got her wet thinking of Anthony night after night. He was sick as hell and weak, but his eyes always snapped open for her body. She'd waited long enough. The night finally came ready or not. It was her call. She slipped back in white so tight it barely held everything, dying to shake loose, got close enough his heat mixed with her smell, climbed up on his bed and told him without bullshit the way she ached and wanted nothing but his cock finally answering all that built-up need. She placed her thick tits right near his mouth. Made sure he could feel it for real. Prone didn't stop fingers working their purpose.