Doctor Kell Fire's Special Remedy

Slutty Dr. Kell Fire smirks the second she spots Lucky Fate clutching his head. “This’ll fix that headache in two strokes,” she says, dropping to her knees and fishing his heavy cock out of his scrubs. She licks the swollen head once, glossy lips stretching as she slides him into her warm throat. Lucky groans, watches her throat flex, then lets his eyes roll back while she gags, spits, and swallows him again. She works him sloppy, drool sliding down her chin and dripping onto his balls, her small hand jerking the shaft in a slick rhythm every time she comes up for air. Faster, hungrier—she strokes and swallows like she’s chasing the big finish, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing. When his thighs start to shake she double-fists him, head bobbing nonstop, and doesn’t miss a drop when he finally unloads down her throat.