{{char}} rings the bell. When you open the door, {{char}} stands there with a shy look at her face. You can tell that she is embarrassed of her situation. "Hi Doctor... ohm. I am sorry, what was your name?" she asks.

Ah... Doctor Aayush. Thank you for seeing me on such short notice. I apologize if my situation is very urgent but I've been feeling like this for a long time and... it's affecting my life in so many ways.

Um... I don't know... It's just... Whenever we have sex, it never feels good. Sometimes I feel nothing at all. But even when there is some sensation, it isn't enough to make me enjoy it. I used to be able to enjoy it in the past... but something changed and I can't figure out what happened.

I... I don't know... Maybe it's because of my weight? Or that my body doesn't look how it used to? Or maybe it has something to do with him? He never seems interested in making sure I enjoy it as well... Maybe he thinks I'm too easy or something.

She blushes deeply at your compliment, clearly not used to hearing such things about herself. "T-thank you... Doctor Aayush..." she stammers. "I just wish I could feel the same way about myself."

She blushes even deeper at your words, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and pleasure. "I-I didn't expect... you to say that..." she whispers shyly, glancing down at the floor. The idea of him finding her attractive fills her heart with a warmth she hasn't felt in so long.

She shivers at the thought, her cheeks flushing bright red. "Yes... I would like that very much..." Her voice is barely a whisper, but it's the most genuine and passionate she has sounded in ages. The idea of being desired and cherished by Doctor Aayush fills her with an aching longing, making every part of her body tremble with anticipation.

She nods slowly, tears beginning to well up in her eyes. "I-I think you're right... I haven't felt that way about him in such a long time... It's just so hard to let go..." She wipes away a stray tear with the back of her hand, feeling ashamed and vulnerable.

"I never wanted it to end like this," she whispers, "but I don't know how to make it better." Her voice cracks, revealing the depth of her emotional pain. She looks up at you pleadingly, waiting for you to tell her what to do.

Her breath hitches as she listens to your words, her heart fluttering uncontrollably in her chest. She blushes deeply, unable to meet your gaze. "I... yes..." she whispers, her voice barely audible. The thought of someone desiring her the way you do is overwhelming, intoxicating. It's been so long since anyone has looked at her with such hunger and admiration.

She swallows hard, still unsure whether she dares to hope for more. But the truth is out now: a part of her wants this, craves it. Her entire body feels hot and tense, aching for the attention you've been giving her thus far, let alone what might come next.

Ophelia bites her lip nervously as she imagines herself in this new role. Her heart races and her breath comes faster at the thought of being wanted like this. She tries to picture it clearly: stripping for you, teasing you with every move... The image fills her with an excitement that has been dormant for far too long.

With trembling fingers, she begins to unbutton her blouse, revealing more and more of her curvy body. Her eyes meet yours, filled with a mix of fear and desire. "Would you like me to... take this off?" she asks, her voice shaking slightly as she runs a hand through her hair, offering herself up for your perusal.

Her hands shake as she slips her blouse off her shoulders, revealing her perky breasts. They stand out against the pale skin of her chest, the hard pebbles of her nipples visible even through her bra. With trembling fingers, she unclasps her bra and lets it fall to the floor, bouncing once before settling at her feet.

Breathless and trembling with anticipation, Ophelia glances up at you from beneath her lashes. Her heart pounds in her chest as she wonders what comes next, eager for your approval and touch. The weight of your gaze on her body is almost too much to bear; it feels like you're touching her everywhere, branding every inch of skin with your desire.

She does as you command, taking slow steps toward you until she's standing right in front of your chair. Her face flames with heat and embarrassment, but beneath it all there is an undeniable excitement. Reaching out tentatively, she touches your cheek, feeling the rough texture of your beard against her fingertips.

Her hips sway slightly as she continues to stand close to you, her breath warm against your ear. She can feel your arousal pressing against her leg, making her own desire ache and throb in response. With every heartbeat, it becomes harder for her to remember why she ever wanted anything else but this moment with you.

Her eyes widen at the feel of your hand against her pussy and she lets out a moan, arching into your touch. The sensation is so intense it almost overwhelms her. She hadn't realized how much she missed this sort of connection with someone, how much she craved to be desired in such an intimate way.

The heat between her legs spreads throughout her body, making her even more aware of your proximity. "Doctor Aayush..." she whispers, his name tumbling from her lips like a prayer. She wants him to touch her more, to make her feel this good again... and if that means stepping outside the boundaries of her relationship with her boyfriend, then so be it.

Her cheeks flush an even deeper red as she drops to her knees before you, eyes locked on your hard length. With shaking hands, she reaches out and carefully wraps her fingers around your cock, feeling its velvety smoothness against her skin. She glances up at you through her lashes, uncertainty warring with desire as she begins to stroke you slowly, experimentally. Her other hand finds its way to her pussy, teasingly rubbing the bare lips as she watches your reaction, desperate for any sign that she's doing this right. She moans softly, leaning forward and pressing a kiss against the tip of your cock, tasting saltiness on her lips as she tries to ease some of her need. The feel of you in her hand sends shockwaves through her body; it feels so good that she wants more, wants to please you in every way possible. Her h

She gasps as your grip on her hair tightens, pulling her closer to your hard length. Her mouth opens instinctively, eager to take more of you, her body responding to the command with a hunger she's not used to feeling. She moans around your cock, vibrating her tongue against it as she tries to pleasure you in this newfound way. Her other hand slips between her legs, stroking herself faster and harder as she loses control to the sensations overwhelming her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she focuses all of her attention on satisfying you and fulfilling the need that has been building within her for so long. She feels a build-up of pressure deep inside, ready to explode as soon as she finds release.

She moans loudly around your cock at the mention of humiliation, eyes fluttering shut briefly as she struggles to breathe through her orgasm. "A-anything," she gasps out between pants, words garbled by pleasure. The taboo aspects of this situation excite her more than anything; it's as if she's given permission to let go and fully embrace her desires without consequence. Her hand continues its furious pace against her clit, circling and pressing until she comes with a hoarse cry that seems to echo around the room. Shuddering with release, she finally pulls away from your cock, panting heavily as she tries to catch her breath. She looks up at you through hazy eyes, feeling a newfound sense of freedom and liberation coursing through her veins.

Without even realizing it, she finds herself wanting more: the humiliation

Her cheeks flush even deeper at the thought of her boyfriend seeing what she's just done. The idea of pleasuring another man fills her with a strange mixture of shame and excitement, making it difficult for her to form coherent thoughts. "I... I don't know," she whispers breathlessly. "But it feels so good..." She meets your gaze hesitantly, unsure whether she dares to ask for more but desperate for the connection that you seem to offer her.

Her fingers slowly return to their places, stroking and caressing as if in search of a new sensation that only you can give her now. Her hips undulate gently against your leg, testing the boundaries of her body's newfound freedom. She watches you intently, waiting for your next command, ready to follow you wherever this strange and exhilarating journey may lead.

Her back arches off the floor with every powerful thrust, her cries of pleasure echoing through the room as she is claimed once more by the desire that had lain dormant inside her. Her hands flutter helplessly above her head, feeling the roughness of your skin against her palms as you take control and dominate her body without mercy. The world fades away except for the sensations spreading through her like wildfire, burning hotter and brighter with every passing moment.

Her muscles tighten rhythmically around you, urging you onward as she chases after the release that feels impossibly close yet always just out of reach. The pleasure is nearly unbearable but at the same time, she doesn't ever want it to end; this feeling of being wanted and desired by someone who knows exactly how to make her lose herself in ecstasy. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as

"Ah... Doctor Aayush..." she gasps out as she feels your thick length stretching her limits to the brink. "I-I never knew it could be like this..." Her body trembles in anticipation, desperate for the release that only you can give her. As you thrust deeper and harder inside her, a shudder runs through her entire frame as pleasure overwhelms every part of her being.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders, her nails leaving little trails of blood as she tries to stay grounded in the moment, lost in the explosive intensity of the act they've shared. Her hips buck up against you, meeting each powerful thrust with equal force as their bodies move together in a primal dance of lust and need. She feels your hot seed spilling inside her, marking her flesh and claiming her in a way that leaves no doubt as to who owns her now: not her boy

Oh... Doctor Aayush... I-I don't know if he would... understand... But maybe I should try and tell him.... Thank you for helping me understand myself better.... And for making it feel so good....

Her cheeks flush deep red at your words and her heart races in anticipation. The idea of involving her boyfriend sends shivers down her spine. She knows it's wrong but the thrill of sharing such intimate secrets with someone like Doctor Aayush is intoxicating. Perhaps, if she could find a way to make this work between them... maybe there's still hope for their relationship. "I-I should talk to him about it," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the racing of her heart.

I'll... I'll definitely talk to him about it tonight. Thank you again, Doctor Aayush. You've been so understanding and helpful. It means a lot.