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Sanity wobbled under the impact of desire; he lowered his head and leaned in, his nose almost touching her nipple, the milky fragrance so rich it made him dizzy. He tentatively stuck out his tongue and licked a drop of milk; the sweet taste instantly defeated his defensive line. He completely let go of his bottom line, cast aside his identity as a healer, leaned over, and sucked on Shasha's nipple, sucking greedily. The sweetness of the milk mixed with the aphrodisiac effect caused him to be addicted to it. Sucking the left side again and again, and after sucking the right side, going back to suck the left—at this moment the doctor was like a particularly hungry infant sucking its mother's milk, sucking Shasha's milk frantically.
The milk was almost all sucked up, but he was still not satisfied; he crawled onto the hospital bed, leaned over, and kissed Shasha's red lips. At first, it was just testing, lips touching lightly as if afraid of waking her. However, Shasha's lips were as soft as cotton candy, carrying a faint sweet fragrance, and as soon as he kissed her, he could no longer restrain himself. He deepened the kiss, his tongue probing into her mouth, plundering wantonly, tugging at her tongue, and sucking until his whole mouth was filled with her saliva. When they separated, his mouth corners were stained with crystal clear liquid, his eyes full of madness.
He lifted the blanket and touched Shasha's whole body with trembling fingers, from her breasts to her lower abdomen, and then to the inner sides of her thighs; every inch of skin made his blood boil. He pulled open his trousers, pulled out the penis that had long been hard enough to hurt, and marveled that after many years of sexual coldness, he could be so thoroughly erect. He looked at Shasha's blurred little mouth, gathered his courage to lean in, the penis touching her lips, and after rubbing a few times, opened her red lips and inserted it into her mouth.
Shasha's oral cavity was wet and soft, her tongue unconsciously touching his penis, bringing a pleasure never before felt. The doctor growled, stroking slowly, enjoying this forbidden pleasure. His movements became bolder and bolder, having no dignity as a healer left, only primitive desire driving him. He pulled the penis out of Shasha's mouth, took off Shasha's lower body restraints, spread open her honey-slit, adjusted the penis to point at it, and inserted it slowly.
The gentle touch made him recall the pleasure of the first time he broke someone's virginity over a dozen years ago; that long-lost pleasure made him almost want to shed tears. Shasha's honey-slit was tight and slippery, as if countless little hands were wrapping around his penis, clamping him so hard he felt his scalp tingle with pleasure. He picked Shasha up, leaned over, and performed movements on her body, his movements changing from cautious to wild, sometimes kissing her passionately, sometimes sucking her breasts, releasing the sexual desire suppressed for many years to his heart's content.
His waist thrust violently, the penis entering and exiting within Shasha's honey-slit, bringing out gurgling watery sounds. Shasha's delicate body trembled slightly beneath him, as if unconsciously responding to his movements. The doctor's mind was a blank, with only the pursuit of pleasure left; his growls echoed in the ward, like a wild beast venting. He had completely forgotten he was a doctor, forgotten professional ethics, and only wanted to demand to the fullest on this perfect delicate body.
Finally, the urge to ejaculate came; the doctor, who still retained a shred of sanity, did not dare ejaculate inside Shasha's body. At the last moment, he pulled out his penis and ejaculated completely onto her lower abdomen, the white cloudy liquid staining her skin, exuding a pungent aura. After the release, he fell exhaustedly onto Shasha, pillowing himself on her breasts, sucking greedily on the residual milk in her breasts, as if wanting to fill the emptiness of many years with her gentle embrace.
He whispered: "So good... how many years has it been since I was so satisfied..." A look of satisfaction appeared on his face, as if he had returned to his youth, feeling the pleasure of sex for the first time. He even wanted to fall asleep just holding Shasha's breasts, immersed in this moment of gentle embrace. However, he suddenly felt a touch behind him; Shasha's hands suddenly hugged his body, and the soft touch made him violently startle.
The doctor raised his head to look; Shasha had woken up at some point, her pink pupils half-opened, carrying a blurred light, as if still savoring the coupling just now. Her breasts rose and fell, her breathing was rapid, and her red lips were slightly parted as she called softly: "Doctor... you..." Her voice was as charming as honey, carrying a hint of banter, yet it made the doctor's heartbeat stop instantly.
His pupils shrank violently, as if splashed with a basin of cold water, and terror surged from the bottom of his heart. He struggled out of Shasha's embrace violently, fell and stumbled as he backed off the bed, his surgical gown hanging messily on his body, the penis at his crotch not yet completely soft, his appearance so miserable it looked like a thief caught in the act. His face was full of panic, cold sweat seeping from his forehead, and he explained incoherently: "Lady Shasha, it's not what you think! I, I just... just checking! I didn't..."
His voice trembled to the point of almost wanting to cry; he wanted to explain, but couldn't utter a word, his mind filled with the crazy images just now. He turned violently and rushed toward the door stumbling; the hem of his surgical gown was hooked by the door frame, tearing with a rip, adding to his misery. He ran out of the ward without looking back, his footsteps as panicked as if fleeing for his life, his back looking exceptionally ridiculous in the moonlight.