Yuki raised his head at her red blushing face as she kept on rubbing the ointnt on his cock. The rubbing changed into slow, intentional jerking having Miyato occasionally glance upward to Yuki to make sure he was comfortable.
"Um, all good." She tore off the rubber glove from her hand, went behind the curtains to get a small pillow and nudged it below Yuki’s head forming so sort of support. "It’s okay to once in a while enjoy life." Miyato shifted her hair behind her ears.
Yuki sank deeper into the pillow, his chest rising and falling when Miyato’s fingertips brushed his thigh. Her eyes flicked up to et his, and this ti, she didn’t look away. "It’s okay to enjoy life," she repeated, her voice lower now as if she was trying to whisper it to him. "Even if it hurts a little."
Her hand returned to his thigh gliding under the gown. She went upwards, from his thigh to his abdon, her soft fingers grazing through every inch of him.
"Uh, Fuck, Dr. Sat--ou" His voice cracked, pressure building in his thighs. Before he knew it, he was hard and erect, the bulge on the gown was visible.
"You know, do you stay around the school hostel?"
"Um yeah..." Yuki hissed when her tongue fell on his stomach, licking every outline of his abdon.
"You know I have always wanted a ti alone. My husband is Miami for vacation and I have to replace him even when knowing he is cheating on over there. My house is lonely, I could need so company like you."
That wink she tossed at him set him on fire. Yuki blinked , shutting his eyes montarily before opening it. He could swear all of this wasn’t a dream, it was real!
He stiffened when she climbed the bed, her body barely an inch from his naked one. She plopped an elbow beside his face, resting on it and the other hand went to his face. "You know I stay in the doctor’s quarters and it is illegal to have a fuck in the patient ward. How about we et late at night?"
"You know just the two of us, having a blast." She didn’t stop her words there as she whispered her last statent into his ears. She ca down from the bed, adjusting her gown back to knee length and went behind her table. "10pm?"
"Yeah, hopefully." Yuki slightly rose from the bed, taking his feet off the bed and onto the ground. He straightened himself off the bed, his legs fully on the ground. "My clothes..."
"Over there..." She pointed at the neatly folded wear on the petite wooden table next to the bed. Yuki stripped off the gown, standing completely nude in front of the doctor
How he wish he could fuck the living daylight out of her. She made him hard only to just leave him. 10pm huh? We’d see about that.
He had his forr wear on his body about to leave, recalled that the school clinic closed so hours earlier than that 10pm aning that he wouldn’t be able to co in. "How do I...?"
"Just tell them you ca to see . That’s all."
"Oh," Yuki didn’t expect that sultry reply and made a subtle noting to use those words when he is to co back the next ti. Miyato picked up the pace with her pen, writing so dication he could use to help reduce the rash.
"Take it to the pharmacy, ask for Trisha..."
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He was out of the office with a hardened cock between his thigh. Every step he took was torture—his jeans doing little to hide the obvious tension swelling beneath them.
It was painful working around with a bulge that big on his pants and more so, humiliating since every lady’s gaze fell on the bulge. Every woman he passed either giggled, whispered, or gave him a bold bit of their lower lip. One even dropped her pen just to bend down in front of him.
Heat crawled up Yuki’s neck, his ears burning as he approached the counter. He could barely keep eye contact as he slid the ergency card across the desk.
"Here..." he muttered.
The nurse looked up from her clipboard, but her attention quickly dropped—trailing down his shirt, past his belt, then squarely on the bulge pressing against the fabric of his pants. Her brows arched in slow realization. "Is..." Yuki cleared his throat, trying to ignore the flush on her cheeks. "Is there a bathroom around here where I can, um, get a bit of privacy?"
At the word privacy, her head tilted slightly, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. Her eyes flicked back down without apology.
"Oh," she said slowly, tapping her pen against her bottom lip. "That kind of privacy?"
Yuki groaned internally.
She leaned closer, lowering her voice, "Well, if you take the hallway to your left, there’s a single-stall restroom at the end. Lockable. No caras. Total privacy."
"Thanks," He mumbled, already turning before she could make another remark. His legs took him to the toilet on the grand floor and weakly, he pushed it open and shut it. Taking deep breaths, his head faced the two people making out next to the mirror stand, one a student and the other a busty female cleaner.
The cleaner crouched on the sink, her legs wide apart and the student swaying his lips, making deep thrust into her pussy. Yuki looked away.
’Not my business.’ He stepped to the sink beside them, turned the cold tap, and splashed water onto his face. It hit like a shock, but not nearly enough to wash off what he was feeling. He gripped the edges of the sink, chest heaving slightly.
Yuki raised an eyebrow and muttered under his breath, "Maybe the toilet next ti, yeah?"
The guy didn’t even blink nor stop pounding into the cleaner’s pussy. "You an like this?" He pulled out his cock, sliding it on her clitoris. "Or like this?" And like that, he shoved it into her pussy, ramming into her forcefully.
"Stupid." He stepped out of the restroom, pulling his hood up over his head and heading for the exit. His hands were shoved deep into his pockets now, trying to ground himself with his hand.
The fuck, even the hospital turns into a sex parade!
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