I wheeled into Dr. Ana's office, my face on fire from Hellen waiting out in the hall—her honey-citrus scent still clinging to me sweet and pulling, twisting my core into slick throbs that made breathing hard.
Ivory and Reyes weren't with me this time, but the memory of their cedar-steel grit and chili heat lingered, knotting my insides worse.
Why did I dream of all three knotting me at once—thick swells burying deep, locking in, filling me till I overflowed?
Last night's partial heat hit brutal—my fingers slick and frantic inside me, toys humming against my clit, pussy gripping nothing but fake silicone that made me cum a lot of times.
Ana's light-yellow eyes narrowed sharp behind her glasses—the beautiful doctor's cyan hair falling sleek and vibrant around her striking face, high cheekbones glowing warm under the light—as she took in my nonstop blush from cheeks down to my chest.
