Dr. Dovefucker

Dharma Jones walks in shaking like a leaf. Dr. Lexi Dovefücker — Lexi Luna, the tits doc — motions her over to the chair. Dharma spills it quick: years of guys mocking her chest until she hates taking her top off. Lexi nods, actually gets it, then reaches out. Her fingers move slow, pressing, sliding, making Dharma’s skin light up under that cold little touch. Dharma tries not to moan. Lexi notices the nerves, steps back, and without blinking strips her white coat and bra like she’s at the gym after hours. She cups her own tits and starts talking dirty-tutor style—where to press, how to squeeze, when to pull. The room gets hot fast. A few minutes later Dharma’s bare too, both of them leaning close, playing doctor gone wild. Next thing, Lexi’s guiding Dharma’s hands over swollen nipples, hips grinding slow, tongues meeting between whispered praise—some breast-positive lesson that turns into full-on, slick, breathless fucking right there on the exam table.