C21 Big Tits Stepsister-2

Elena

My heart slammed against my ribs as the knock echoed again.

“Dr. Kane?” The nurse’s voice was muffled but insistent. “Your father is waiting. He mentioned something about Elena’s condition.”

Adrian was still buried balls-deep inside me, his thick cock throbbing against my spasming walls. My pussy fluttered around him, greedy and oversensitive from the orgasm that had just ripped through me. A fresh gush of my cream leaked out around his shaft, dripping down to the exam table.

He didn’t pull out.

Instead, he clamped a large hand over my mouth, gray eyes burning with dark command. “Not a sound,” he whispered, voice rough. “Or I stop the treatment.”

I nodded frantically, lips brushing his palm. My heavy tits heaved with every panicked breath, nipples tight and aching.

Adrian cleared his throat, professional mask sliding into place even as his hips gave one shallow, filthy thrust. “Tell him I’ll be there shortly. Reviewing charts.”

His cock dragged slowly out, then slammed back in—hard. I bit down on his fingers to stifle my moan. The wet *squelch* of my soaked cunt was obscenely loud in the quiet room.

“Yes, Doctor,” the nurse replied. Footsteps retreated.

Adrian removed his hand and gripped my hips, the stirrups keeping me helplessly spread. “Good girl. Now take your medicine.”

He fucked me like a man possessed—deep, punishing strokes that made my voluptuous body jiggle. My big tits bounced heavily with every impact, the sound of skin slapping skin mixing with my desperate whimpers. His thick veined shaft stretched my pussy wide, dragging along every sensitive ridge inside me. The head kissed my cervix on every thrust, sending sparks of overwhelming pleasure-pain through my core.

“Oh fuck—Adrian—Doctor— it’s too much,” I gasped, eyes rolling back. My clit throbbed visibly, swollen and red. Every time his pelvis ground against it, my walls clenched tighter around him.

“You’re dripping like a slut,” he growled, one hand moving to squeeze my breast roughly, twisting the nipple. “Look at how your greedy cunt sucks me in. This is what you needed, isn’t it? Your stepbrother’s cock curing that desperate little hole.”

He leaned down, sucking hard on my other nipple while pounding faster. The camera’s red light blinked steadily, recording every explicit detail—my spread pussy stretched obscenely around his pistoning cock, my juices coating his balls, the way my ass cheeks rippled with each thrust.

I was losing control again. My thighs trembled in the stirrups. “I’m gonna come—please don’t stop—I need it—”

He straightened, thumb finding my clit and rubbing tight, merciless circles. “Come on my cock, Elena. Let me feel it.”

The orgasm exploded through me. My pussy convulsed violently, milking his shaft in powerful waves. I squirted hard, clear fluid spraying around his cock and soaking his white coat. My back arched off the table, mouth open in a silent scream as pleasure blinded me. Adrian groaned, fucking me through every contraction, drawing it out until I was a shaking, sobbing mess.

But he still didn’t come.

He pulled out suddenly, his massive erection glistening with my cream, angry and veined. “On your knees. Clean your mess.”

The stirrups clicked open. My legs felt like jelly as I slid off the table and dropped to my knees on the cold floor. His cock slapped against my cheek, heavy and hot. I opened wide, taking him into my mouth. The taste of my own pussy mixed with his precum was filthy and intoxicating. I sucked eagerly, tongue swirling around the head, hollowing my cheeks as I bobbed deeper. Gagging sounds filled the room as he hit the back of my throat.

“Fuck yes… just like that,” he praised, fingers tangling in my hair. He face-fucked me with controlled thrusts, eyes locked on the camera. “Such a perfect patient.”

A sudden vibration buzzed from his discarded coat—his phone. He glanced at it, jaw tightening.

“It’s my father again.” His voice was dark. “He wants to see you. Thinks he can help with your ‘condition.’”

My eyes widened around his cock. His father—our stepfather—Richard Kane. The man who had torn our family apart years ago with his affairs and control. The same man who still held power over Adrian’s career somehow.

Adrian’s grip tightened in my hair. “He can’t know about this treatment. No one can.”

He pulled me up, bent me over the exam table, and drove back into me from behind in one brutal thrust. My tits squished against the leather as he railed me, hand fisting my hair to arch my back.

“You’re mine to treat now,” he snarled, spanking my ass hard enough to leave a red mark. “This pussy belongs to your stepbrother’s cock.”

The angle was devastating. He hit spots I didn’t know existed, pounding relentlessly. My second orgasm built fast, my walls fluttering wildly around him.

Just as I was about to shatter again, the door handle rattled.

“Adrian? It’s Richard. Open up. I know she’s in there.”

Adrian froze deep inside me, buried to the hilt, his cock pulsing dangerously. His hand covered my mouth once more. But instead of pulling out, he gave one slow, grinding roll of his hips—teasing my g-spot while his father stood right outside.

My eyes rolled back in terror and unbearable pleasure.

Adrian leaned close, lips brushing my ear. “Stay quiet while I finish treating you… or I’ll let him watch.”

My pussy clenched hard around him at the forbidden words.