Anita Toro we don't need books

Anita Toro strutted in wearing nothing but that slutty nurse outfit — tiny white skirt, tit-popping top, no bra. She grabbed Derrick by the dick through his scrubs, gave it one firm stroke, and hissed "You're my extra credit project tonight." She bent him over the exam table first so he could watch in the overhead mirror. With two fingers she spread herself open, showed him how wet she already was, then shoved his face between her cheeks. "Tongue in, rookie." While he lapped at her like a starved mutt she reached back, fished his cock out, and gave him five brutal, twisting strokes like she was counting off medical procedure points. Next she hopped up, knees by her ears, ankles framing her own face. "Missionary observation," she smirked. « Watch the cervix." She guided his raw head through slick folds, let him sink halfway, then clenched hard around the first inch so he felt every pulse. She bucked once, twice, enough to make her cream coat the shaft, then slammed her hips up so the rest disappeared balls-deep. Derrick started rabbit-fucking immediately. Anita just laughed, locked her ankles behind his head, heels digging into his neck. "Harder, college boy." Every slam slapped wet and nasty; the exam table squeaked like cheap bed springs. She told him exactly where his tip was pressing — "front wall, two inches deep, now up to the G, now the cervix again" — coaching like a filthy yoga instructor. She came once without touching her clit, just squeezed and flooded him. While she pulsed she reached down, scooped some lube and slathered his balls so they smacked louder. She barked for doggy next; spun around, ass up, fists braced on the paper roll. He sank right back in. Anita shoved two fingers up her own ass, timed it with his thrusts, let him see the tight ring squeeze and wink on every withdrawal. She wrenched forward, dropped to her knees, chin on the table, ass still in the air. Point-blank angle now. Derrick lost control, grip bruising her waist. She growled, "Milk him, let’s fill this cunt like a syringe." The second she said it he buried, balls twitching against her spit-slick skin, pumping load after load until it foamed out around his shaft. Anita rocked back slow, squeezing each drip from him on the way out, then stayed still so he could watch it spill in heavy strings onto the blue exam paper. She swiped two fingers through the mess, tasted it, patted his softening cock like a doctor finishing rounds, and finally said, "I’d give you an A-plus… if you weren’t already leaking out of me."