Peeked through the half-open door of an exam room that shouldn’t have been used like this. White coat tossed aside, stethoscope still dangling from her neck—she’s not playing doctor anymore. Doctor’s orders? None. She straddles him on the hospital bed, thick thighs squeezing his hips as he groans into her ear in broken Bangla. Her tits bounce with every thrust; fingers tangled in his hair when he tries to flip her over—no way. She keeps control, grinding until his cock swells deeper inside her pussy. The headboard slams against the wall with every deepthroat gag when he finally flips them both… but she takes charge again before he can even catch his breath.
