I’m Dr. Jackson, sitting at my desk finishing notes when Hazel walks in for her “follow-up appointment.” 

  She’s wearing the tiniest white crop top that’s like two sizes smaller that barely holds her fat tits and a pink pleated skirt so short I can already see the bottom of her juicy perfect round ass cheeks. 

  No panties. She knows exactly what she’s here for.

  Her long black hair is in a high ponytail, gold hoops swinging as she walks toward me.

  “Hey Doctor Jackson,” she says, voice all sweet and innocent, biting that plump lower lip. “I’ve been feeling… really tight down there ever since the last time. Can you...