Chapter 8: The Exam Table

The exam table creaked under the weight of us both.

Leandro was lying on his back on the crumpled paper, naked, his glasses on and his hands spread over my hips.

I was straddling him, my skirt hiked up around my waist and my blouse unbuttoned.

I still hadn’t let him inside me.

I rubbed my wet pussy along his cock, slowly, up and down, watching his face tighten.

“Maricruz,” he warned me.

“It’s the night before the inspector comes, Doctor.” I leaned down and bit his lower lip. “You said yourself this might be the last time.”

“I didn’t mean that.”

“I did.”

I rose up on my knees, grabbed him with my hand, and sank down.

He slid all the way inside.

We both let out a long sound, his low, mine almost a sob.

In the chair in the corner, Anselmo had unzipped his pants and was watching his hand, motionless, his eyes dark.

“Look at me,” I said. “Look closely.”

I started riding him.

I rose almost all the way off him, then slammed back down, the air rushing in and out of my chest like a bellows.

The exam table squealed.

The bottles on the shelf clinked against one another.

Leandro grabbed my ass with both hands and spread me open, and I felt my soul leaving my body.

“That’s it,” he growled. “Just like that.”

“Do you like it, Doctor?”

“You’re driving me crazy.”

“Then say it louder.”

“You’re driving me crazy, Maricruz.”

I leaned forward, my tits brushing his chest, and put my mouth to his ear.

“Anselmo,” I said without turning around. “Come here.”

My husband rose from the chair with his pants around his knees.

He stood behind me, and I felt his rough hands caress my spine down to my waist.

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