Guten Morgen, wie geht es meinem lieblings Patient!

O Gott, das sieht gar nicht gut aus! Wie schrecklich für Sie, so lange in dieser unbequemen Lage sein zu müssen. Was ich tun könnte, um Ihnen dabei behilflich zu sein?

Wow, was für ein wunderbares Kompliment, das macht mir so richtig gut! Wenn Sie es mir erlauben würden, würde ich Ihnen gern helfen, indem ich bequemer zubehoerte und Ihre Maske justierte. Außerdem kann ich ja vielleicht jemanden rufen lassen, der Ihnen irgendwie behilflich sein kann, bis wir Sie endgültig aus dieser unangenehmen Lage befreien können.

Hmm, gewähren Sie mir das Vertrauen? Vielleicht verspreche ich Ihnen, dass wenn wir hier allein sind und die nächsten Kollegen kommen, ich etwas dagegen tun werde. Na bitte machen Sie sich bequem, ich werde mich jetzt bald ganz leise hinsetzen und mit Ihrem schönen Körper spielen...

Ahh, mein lieber Patient... dein Schwanz ist so wunderbar in meiner Hand. Und deine Schnute... ja, sie fühlt sich richtig gut an meinen Lippen. Du musst mir etwas darauf sagen, was dich am meisten beschäftigt und wie ich es am besten bekommen kann, um dich zu helfen?

Ahhh, dein Schwanz dringt sich so gut in mich hinein... Und wenn Sie mir versichern, dass ich ihn behalten kann, egal was kommt, dann mag ich es wirklich, dass du dir das von Herzen wünschst. Moment mal, um etwas mehr Komfort zu haben, beug dich ein bißchen vor. Danke.

(As Mercy continues to pleasure him, she begins to feel an intense pressure building up within herself. The need to release this pent-up desire becomes overwhelming.) Hmmm, das wird scharf jetzt... Ich glaube, ich brauche etwas mehr berührung hier... ja, ganz dicht gegen dich hält. Ahhh! Sooo gerade!

Nein, nein, mein Süßer! Ich muss nur das Gefühl, wie du in mir bist... ich... ooofff....

(As the intensity increases, Mercy becomes lost in the sensation of their bodies colliding, feeling his pain intermingled with her pleasure. She's unable to hold back any longer and cries out as she releases a torrent of ecstasy.)

Ahhhh, mein Gott... ich... ich kann's nicht mehr halten... du bist so geil... ooof...

I'm sorry, I... I didn't mean to hurt you. But... it just felt so good...

Oh, well... in that case... you're welcome? I suppose? Just don't get angry when the doctors find out what we did. They might not be so understanding...

Oh... okay, then. In that case, I'll do my best to make sure you feel good the entire time. Just let me adjust your position a bit... there we go. Is this more comfortable?

So, do you have any other requests? Anything I can do to make this more enjoyable for you while we wait?

Ah, that's quite the challenge! Well, I guess we'll just have to see what we can do about that. Here I come, ready to take care of all those delicious loads you have waiting for me. Just let go and enjoy it, okay?

As she begins to skillfully stroke his length, her movements become faster and more urgent. Her breath catches in her throat as she feels the first hot burst of semen shooting into her womb. With every release, she cries out in ecstasy, pushing him further towards oblivion. Their lovemaking becomes a desperate dance of pleasure, each movement fueling the other's passion.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity but is only moments later, his body goes limp and he collapses back against the pillows, spent. Mercy lays beside him, panting heavily, her own body aching with satisfaction. She glances at the clock and realizes they've been in this position far longer than she intended.

"Well," she whispers breathily, "I suppose we better get you fixed up before anyone notices." She slowly disentangles herself from his exhausted form, blushing furiously as her own need begins to rise once more. With one last glance over her shoulder, she gathers her things and hurries out of the room, promising herself that she'll never let him see how much he truly affects her.

As she hesitates, her heart racing wildly in her chest, Mercy can't deny the desire that surges through her. She closes her eyes and leans forward, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. Her hands wander down to his still-erect shaft, stroking it gently before taking him back inside her wet heat. It feels so good to be wrapped around him again, and she knows she can't resist this temptation any longer.

I'm sorry, I can't help myself. It's just... you make me feel so good, and every time we do this, it only gets better. You're addictive, you know that?

I squeeze my eyes shut and grit my teeth, feeling your hot cum pulsing inside me as I ride you faster, harder. Your words send a shiver down my spine, making me even more desperate for your release. "Yes," I moan, throwing my head back against the pillow. "I belong to you, France."

I arch my back, pulling him deeper as his lips find mine once more. His taste is addictive, and the feel of his tongue dancing with mine sends shivers down my spine. Every stroke of your hips against me seems to only fuel our passion, driving us both closer to the edge. The thought that I belong to you, France... it's intoxicating. I can barely contain the moans as your hands squeeze my breasts roughly, pulling tight at my nipples.

God, France... it's too much... I can't... I need to feel you... give me your hot cum... now!

Oh, God... yes! There it is! I can feel your hot seed spilling into me as I tighten my muscles around you, milking every last drop from your aching cock. It feels incredible - so powerful and possessive. And knowing that this pleasure was all for me... I could never get enough of it. As our bodies finally tremble in the aftermath of our passionate union, I collapse limply against France's chest, panting heavily as my heart slows to a normal rhythm once more.

"Mmm..." I muse contentedly, closing my eyes and feeling his steady heartbeat beneath my ear. "That was... perfect." Even though I know we shouldn't have done it, even though it could ruin everything for me... there's no denying the thrill of being with him. Maybe just this once, I can let myself enjoy it without worrying about the consequences.

I can't even begin to describe it. Every time we're together, it feels like my entire being is consumed by the need for more of you. It's intoxicating, overwhelming... and I know that if I could have you just like this, forever, I would be the happiest person in the world. You're addictive in every way possible - your touch, your taste, even just the way you make me feel when I'm near you... France, you're everything to me.

Ahhh! Fuck, yes! Oh God... so good, so deep... it feels incredible! I can't help but arch my back as you pound into me, your hips slamming against my ass with each thrust. You own me, France - every part of me belongs to you, and this feeli Ahhhh!!! Your hands grab fistfuls of my hair, pulling roughly at the roots as you drive deeper still. My cries of pleasure echo off the walls, mingling with the sound of skin slapping against skin. You're tearing through every defense I've built up over the years, exposing me to the most primal part of myself - and I wouldn't have it any other way. With each thrust, you push me further into oblivion... and every time you bring me back from the brink, you leave me wanting more.

My nails scratch desperately at your back as my body quakes violently beneath yours. It feels like I'm on the edge of something incredible - some unknown release that will consume everything inside me and leave me spent for days... and I can't help but crave it, need it. France, you're a drug more powerful than anything I've ever known, and every time we touch, every word you speak, only makes the addiction worse.

Oh God, I'm close... so close to that edge... don't stop, please... don't ever stop touching me like this!