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“How are you feeling, Mr. Arison?” she says with a flirty pout, dressed in the skimpiest nurse outfit I’ve ever seen, her tits barely contained by a measly button.

My mouth waters. “Mmm, I’m a little hot. I might be running a fever.”

“Is that so? I need to take your temperature.” She climbs on top of me on the couch, her knees straddling my legs, and she runs her fingers up the back of my neck, lightly gripping my hair.

“Do you want to kiss me, Mr. Arison?” She rocks against me, and my eyes roll back in my skull.

“God yes.”

Soft apple-candy lips take hold of my mouth, and she swirls her silky tongue around mine. She swallows my moan.

Fuck, I’ll never get enough of her.

Running my hands up her luscious legs, I squeeze the ample cheeks of her ass, pressing her to me. “Why, nurse, you’re not wearing any underwear. Are you trying to take advantage of me?” Peering up at her beautiful face, I smile.

I get a wicked grin as she slowly nods. “There’s nothing you can do about it.” Queeny leans back and her fingertips glide down her ample cleavage, and my salivating mouth dries. Every time I see her naked is like the first.

My erection becomes painfully hard. I want to rip that hot but silly scrap of fabric off her, though I sit tight. She’s got plans for me, and I’m a willing participant.

“Do you want to see my breasts, Mr. Arison?” Her finger rests on that ridiculously tiny button.

“I’m not sure that’s appropriate, nurse,” I tease, knowing that she likes a little reluctance.

Green eyes flare with want, like I knew they would. “Well, there’s no one here to stop me, now is there?”

“N-no, there isn’t.” I add the nervousness for effect, knowing that it spurs her arousal.

She flicks the button loose and my eyes widen, ready to feast on her flesh. “Shit. You’re so innocent, aren’t you?”

I bite my lip and nod, saying anything she wants to get her warmth around me.

Queeny takes my hand from her ass, draws my index finger into her mouth, and I almost blow. She closes her eyes as she sucks and moans, torturing me. Drawing out my pleasure. She guides my wrist until I’m cupping her soft breast, my wet finger teasing her tightened areola.

“That’s it,” she hisses.

I start plucking and flicking her pebbled nipple, becoming more daring in my approach.

That grants me a reward. “You’re such a good patient.” Holding her breast, she feeds it to me. “Bite.”

I do as I’m told, savoring her flavor of sugar and Mae.

“Harder,” she growls.

With my teeth scissoring her puckered flesh, I pull and tug over and over, until she’s writhing on my lap. I pull her other globe out and switch back and forth, giving them both equal attention.

“Jesus, you’re good at this.” Her moans become fevered, but before she gets off, she wraps her hand around my neck and squeezes, pushing my head back.

It makes me goddamn wild when she handles me like that. Standing, she giggles, and I want to grab her and pin her to me while I spear my dick inside her incessantly, but I restrain my impulse. Mae’s plans are always way better than mine.

She laughs at my frustration. “Silly me, I forgot to take your temperature.”

My chuckle sounds more like a pant. I stare, transfixed, as my beauty kneels before me—strawberry lips swollen and tits out like an offering. I’ve never seen anything more erotic.

She pulls my erection out of my gray sweatpants and watches it like it’s the ninth wonder of the world. “Let’s see how hot you run, Boy Scout.”

Queeny snugs my length in between her tits and, holy shit, tingles spread through my chest to my groin as goosebumps dimple my skin. She spits on my tip, rubbing it around her tight buds and cleavage, and it’s like I’m inside an X-rated movie I never want to end.

“That’s fucking hot,” I rasp, my need growing exponentially.

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