Doctor checks rib-breaking curves, no gloves.

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Rib-Breaking Curves: A Doctor’s Feast

Deep in the heart of the city, there was a clinic known for its discreet services. Dr. Jackson, a seasoned doctor with a knack for dealing with the “mature” crowd, was the star attraction. His specialty? Check-ups that left his patients breathless, both figuratively and literally.

The Appointment

Gal Thompson, a 45-year-old gal with build that could crush, walked into the clinic. Her eyes scanned the room, settling on Dr. Jackson’s office. She licked her lips, a sultry smile playing on her lips. “I’m here for my appointment,” she purred.

The Examination

Dr. Jackson, always the professional, greeted her with a lurid smile. “Hello, Vamp Thompson. Have a seat, please.” He watched as she sauntered over to the examination chair, her hips swaying in a mesmerizing rhythm. She sat down, her legs crossing suggestively.

“I’m here for a rib check-up,” she said, her voice low and husky. Dr. Jackson raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

“Alright, Hottie Thompson. Let’s catch on started.” He approached her, his eyes never leaving her ample cleavage. He noticed her breath hitch as his hand brushed against her knee.

“Dr. Jackson,” she whispered, her voice thick with lust. “No gloves, please.”

Dr. Jackson, always up for a challenge, obliged. He undid the buttons of her blouse, revealing her maturing boobs. They were a sight to behold, full and plump, with nipples that puckered under his touch.

“You have the most beautiful rib-breaking proportions,” he murmured, his hands exploring her build.

The Rib Check-up

He pressed his hands against her ribcage, feeling the warmth of her skin under his fingers. She moaned softly, her breathing quickening. He moved his hands lower, tracing the curve of her hip. She gasped, her legs parting wider.

“Dr. Jackson,” she whispered, her voice heavy with excitement. “I think we should move this examination to the examination bed.”

Dr. Jackson, never one to turn down an offer, agreed. He helped her onto the bed, his hands never leaving her curves.

The Happy ending

As they continued, the room was filled with the sound of their moans and the slap of skin against skin. The examination turned into a excited session, their bodies cradled in a dance of lust. Dr. Jackson’s hands explored every inch of Miss Thompson’s aging shape, leaving her breathless and satisfied.

As the sun began to set, they finally came to a stop, spent and satisfied. Dr. Jackson looked at Goddess Thompson, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

“Miss Thompson,” he said, his voice filled with warmth. “I think your ribs are in perfect health.”

And with that, he helped her off the bed, promising to get her again soon.

As she left the clinic, she looked back at Dr. Jackson, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. She knew she’d be back for more of his “rib-breaking” check-ups.

This story contains steamy themes and explicit language. It is intended for adults only.