Enchanted Arms - Part #03

Running a VA hospital beats staring at those beige walls while they pick shrapnel out your leg, but man, that paper-pusher job still crawls under your skin. The one bright spot? When a smoking-hot nurse like Aaliyah clocks you grinding your teeth through yet another angry vet visit and offers the kind of relief no VA pamphlet ever advertised. She doesn’t ask—she just drops to her knees, tugs your zipper, and wraps those soft lips around your cock like she’s been craving the taste all shift. Her tongue swirls while she pumps the shaft, eyes watering just enough to make it nasty, spit sliding down to her fist. Next thing you know she’s bent over your government-issue desk, skirt hiked, bare ass jiggling as you pound into her dripping pussy, every slap of skin drowned out by her low moans. She pushes back hard, taking every inch, clenching around you when you growl that you’re about to fill her. By the time you unload inside her, the tension in your shoulders is gone, replaced by the sound of her whimpering your name with your cum leaking down her thighs.