{"id":13830,"date":"2024-11-25T20:22:55","date_gmt":"2024-11-26T01:22:55","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/?p=13830"},"modified":"2024-11-25T20:36:49","modified_gmt":"2024-11-26T01:36:49","slug":"doctor-patient-confidentiality-chapter-two-hundred-and-twenty-one","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/zh\/doctor-patient-confidentiality-chapter-two-hundred-and-twenty-one\/","title":{"rendered":"Doctor-Patient Confidentiality: Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty-One"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-size: 16.0pt;\">The force of his entry drives me onto my tiptoes, my back arching as he fills me once more. The smooth stones slick and unstable beneath my feet. The shallow water offers minimal support, and I wobble, my arms instinctively reaching back, grabbing onto his forearms. His skin is slick with a mix of water and sweat, the muscles taut and hard beneath my fingers. He\u2019s a solid, unyielding presence behind me, a wall of heat and muscle.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 16.0pt;\">He grips my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh, anchoring me. Then he\u00a0<i>moves<\/i>. Hard, fast, each thrust a jolt that shoots straight through me, echoing the slap of our bodies together. My tits jiggle and bob, the cool water a stark contrast to the burning friction between my legs. There\u2019s nowhere else to brace myself, no edge, no grip, just the slick stones and him. I\u2019m completely at his mercy, held up by his grip and the strength in my calves. The lush green plants around us seem to watch, silent witnesses to this raw display of dominance and surrender.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 16.0pt;\">\u201cFuck\u2026yes\u2026\u201d I gasp, the word ripped from my throat by the sheer force of his possession.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 16.0pt;\">He drives into me again and again, relentless, his grip unwavering. 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The smooth stones slick and unstable beneath my feet. The shallow water offers minimal support, and I wobble, my arms instinctively reaching back, grabbing onto his forearms. His skin is slick with a mix of water and sweat, the muscles taut and hard beneath my fingers. He\u2019s a solid, unyielding presence behind me, a wall of heat and muscle. He grips my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh, anchoring me&#8230;. <span class=\"more\"><a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/zh\/doctor-patient-confidentiality-chapter-two-hundred-and-twenty-one\/\">\u9605\u8bfb\u66f4\u591a<\/a><\/span><\/p>","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":2990,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_bbp_topic_count":0,"_bbp_reply_count":0,"_bbp_total_topic_count":0,"_bbp_total_reply_count":0,"_bbp_voice_count":0,"_bbp_anonymous_reply_count":0,"_bbp_topic_count_hidden":0,"_bbp_reply_count_hidden":0,"_bbp_forum_subforum_count":0,"_themeisle_gutenberg_block_has_review":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[96],"tags":[],"series":[99],"class_list":["post-13830","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-contemporary-2","series-doctor-patient-confidentiality"],"featured_image_src":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/12\/DPC-Wattpad-Header-1024x341.jpg","blog_images":{"medium":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/12\/DPC-Wattpad-Header-300x100.jpg","large":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/12\/DPC-Wattpad-Header-1024x341.jpg"},"ams_acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/zh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13830","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/zh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/zh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/zh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/zh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=13830"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/zh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13830\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13835,"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/zh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13830\/revisions\/13835"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/zh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/2990"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/zh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13830"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/zh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13830"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/zh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13830"},{"taxonomy":"series","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/zh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/series?post=13830"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}