Julia Ann

Dr. Julia Ann gets off on her gig. Runs the university clinic, fixes up college athletes all day. Tight body, tight skirts, stone-cold cougar who loves the view when her boys drop their shorts. Ricky Johnson has been on her radar for weeks. Today he’s in with shin splints, so she’s got the perfect excuse. She shuts the door, makes him strip, flips up his gown and cups his balls like she owns them. Ricky’s confused as hell—until she tells him to cough and keeps her grip firm. "This ain’t for shin splints," he mumbles. Julia smiles. She booked the slot at the crack of dawn for one reason: it buys her time to take his load across her lips, her tits, her throat. By the time the rest of the staff walks in, everything’s spotless and Ricky’s knees are still shaking.