Doctor-Patient Confidentiality: Chapter One Hundred and Eighty (Role Play Edition)

What follows is the wet, obscene squelch of Frost removing the suction cup still cruelly adhered to your tender asshole.

The sudden release makes your eyes roll back, a broken moan escaping your raw throat. Darts of intense sensation lance straight to your saturated core, wringing another aftershock from your thoroughly wrung-out body.

You pant raggedly, trembling as gravity takes hold of the warm semen glazing your back. The viscous fluid begins trailing downward at a torturous pace. It trickles languidly along your spine before finding the cleft between your now slack cheeks.

You shudder violently at the intimate sensation, the illicit contact wringing a choked whimper from your ravaged throat. Frost’s essence coats your ultra-sensitive rim, making your inner muscles clench involuntarily around nothing, the sheer depravity sending new spikes of twisted heat straight between your legs despite having just been spent so forcefully.

He rubs his softening length firmly against you, working the warm fluid into your flesh with languid strokes. You remain limp and unmoving, too overwhelmed to do anything but feel every magnified sensation of his crude ‘finishing touch’.