Getting Something Off Her Chest

Patty shows up in Dr. Cooper’s office complaining about that constant ache across her chest. First look, both women feel it—the heat, the quick eye-flick down, the smile that says trouble. Dr. Cooper keeps it professional long enough to ask the questions, then orders Patty to strip the bra off so she can see what’s really going on. The second the straps slide down, Patty’s heavy tits spill free and the tightness vanishes. Relief turns into something hotter fast. Dr. Cooper’s hands don’t stop at a medical touch; fingers trace, cup, squeeze. Patty’s nipples stiffen under the attention, and the next thing she knows Dr. Cooper’s mouth is on them, sucking, licking, teeth grazing just enough to make Patty moan. Clothes hit the floor. Patty ends up on the exam table, legs spread, while Dr. Cooper’s fingers work her open and wet. Between strokes, Dr. Cooper keeps coming back to those big, natural breasts—kneading, slapping lightly, watching them bounce. Patty reaches up too, pinching her own smaller, perkier nipples while Dr. Cooper watches and grins. Tongues trade places, hands stay busy, and every squeeze, every tug keeps circling back to Patty’s chest until they both come shaking, sweat-slick, and grinning like they already know this won’t be the last appointment.