He fucked me with it for long minutes, twisting and thrusting, watching my face in the mirror as I moaned and writhed.

Then he switched to a thicker one.

By the time he was using the thickest sound, I was sobbing with need, my pussy stretched and dripping, begging him to let me come.

“Please, Sir… I need your cock… please fuck me…”

He finally gave in.

He stood, stripped off his white coat and shirt, revealing his powerful, tattooed chest. Then he unzipped his pants and freed his cock.

It was magnificent — thick, long, heavily veined, with a fat, flushed head already leaking precum. The shaft had a...