Just What The Doctor Ordered

Will Pounder slumps in the exam room, whining to his doc, Anna Claire Clouds, that he busts his ass trying to stay healthy—eats right, hits the gym—but bam, he still keeps getting slammed with sickness. All those lifestyle tweaks? Not cutting it. Dr. Clouds smirks, pats his arm. 'Hey, give it time, big guy, real changes don't happen overnight.' But her eyes light up with a naughty glint. 'In the meantime, I got something special to rev your engines. This Nuru massage? It's been a game-winner for my other patients—slippery, skin-on-skin magic that hits different.' She grins wider. 'Hell, it's so damn good, I keep a full setup right in my house. Swing by later; let's get you slippery and sorted.' Will's eyes pop, but he's down for anything at this point. Hell yeah, count him in. Cut to her place not long after. Will's all flustered at first, heart racing like a rookie, but as Anna pours that warm gel all over him, her curves gliding against his body in that full-contact Nuru slide, he melts into the sheets. The oil slicks everything up, her hands and hips pressing close—teasing, rubbing, building that fire. Both of them? Breathing heavy now, cocks and clits waking up hungry. 'Screw it,' Will mutters with a cocky laugh. She nods, playful spark in her eye. They ditch the massage pretense and dive into some light-hearted banging—her riding him slow and teasing, then flipping for deeper thrusts, both laughing through the moans. Will's system? Gets the ultimate jolt, pumping full of that feel-good rush.