This is my duty as a doctor. When the cheerleader walked into my office complaining of dizziness and nausea, I knew I had to figure out exactly what was wrong. After my examination, I delivered the news, she’s pregnant. But my prescription? Far from ordinary. With her curly hair framing her flushed face, I couldn’t resist exploring her beautiful, growing body. I rubbed oil over her smooth skin, savoring every curve, and paid special attention to her tender, swollen breasts, teasing them with my tongue. I couldn’t help but caress and play with her soft belly, imagining the changes to come. Together, we made sure she left the office feeling more than just cared for.
