Petra leaned against the mahogany table, her ample figure commanding the room like a queen surveying her court. Her mother and the poised doctor exchanged glances, but Petra's sharp eyes cut through the tension. 'Mother, your little schemes have grown tiresome. If we're playing doctor today, I decide the rules.' The doctor smirked, adjusting her coat. 'Bold words from the daughter who usually obeys. What makes you think you can rewrite the script?' Petra laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent sparks through the air. 'Because I'm not some porcelain doll. These curves are mine, and they demand attention, not modification.' She stepped closer, her presence magnetic. 'Tell me, Doctor, do you always follow orders, or do you crave a woman who takes charge?' The air thickened with wit and want. The mother protested, but Petra silenced her with a raised brow. 'Sit down, Mother. Watch how a strong woman plays.' The doctor bit her lip, intrigued. 'You're making this hard to resist.' Petra's hand traced the doctor's arm. 'Good. I want you hard.' Clothes fell away in a dance of seduction. Petra's fingers wrapped around the doctor's hardening cock. 'Look at that—already throbbing for me.' She dropped to her knees, delivering a teasing blowjob, her tongue swirling with expert precision. The doctor panted, 'Your mouth is wicked.' Petra rose, pushing the doctor onto the table. 'And my pussy is wet and dripping for what comes next.' They tangled in heat, sweating and panting, bodies slick. Petra rode with fierce control, her ass grinding as she moaned, 'Deeper—make me come.' The doctor thrust up, gripping Petra's hips. Explosive waves hit as they both came, cum mixing in a shuddering climax, leaving them breathless and victorious.
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