Dr. G had a certain way of playing with my prostate – an expert slow massage that sent delicious shockwaves through my body as pleasure built up exponentially, deeper and more powerfully with every stroke. I could feel the tenderness of his touch as he explored me, as if his fingers were mapping new galaxies and galaxies within my innermost being. There in front of him, beneath his perfectly practiced fingers, I came undone in agreement to something I hadn’t even known before.
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He lies on his back, his legs spread open ready for me. I kneel between them, getting a glimpse of his yearning cock, ready for its own pleasure. I move forward, my hand finding his tight ass, then my tongue exploring the deepest depths. My fingers gently find his entrance, pushing slowly in, that moment of exquisite pleasure as he moans my name, and goes into trembling ecstacy.