The room had gone eerily silent when the doctor glided his fingers over my lower abdomen as he prepared to explore with greater force. He inserted one, then two, then three glistening digits into my inviting flesh, hitting my secret spot with each thrust until I thought I would burst. I was overcome by a flood of warmth, trembling in ecstasy, unable to contain my pleasure. Who knew the prostate exam could be so sensuous?
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He gasped, chest heaving with anticipation as I peeled away the thin hospital gown to reveal his succulent skin. His mound of arousal was puckered in pleasure as I slowly flexed and probed his tight ass with gentle expertise. His every moan was a symphony, a beautiful musical crescendo of lust and intense joy as I prodded and worked my way to the ultimate prize – his prostate.
I trembled as he spread my cheeks, pressing his fingers inside as I gasped in pleasure. His touch was warm and sure, and he expertly caressed my prostate until I could no longer contain my lust, wriggling and panting in anticipation of his next move. I felt his arousal against my thigh and knew he was almost as affected as me.
The doctor’s hands and lips worked his body, gentle and certain. He explored every contour of him as a scientist exploring a new land, while his firm, yet gentle touch made fire smolder in my veins. Aroused, I shuddered with pleasure as he located my prostate, and then ecstasy as he passionately proceeded to stroke and caress it.
He felt his shorts slipping off, then his boxers, then the gentle, gloved touch of the doctor’s fingers on his tight, forbidden flesh, as if they were a lover’s caress–teasing, tantalizing. His body burned, overwhelmed with joyous pleasure from this experience, as if he was discovering something precious and new.