She is a beautiful and intelligent female doctor who dedicates herself to saving thousands of patients with sexual dysfunction and helping them return to normal.
The seductive words of the nympho doctor, her tempting allure, and the assistance of erotic language make her irresistible.
In the duty room, Daisy Miller was flipping through the file of the next patient, carefully pondering what methods to use to treat him.
Perhaps too engrossed, even when she went to the restroom, she was still reading the patient's information, oblivious to the person coming towards her. They collided forcefully and both fell to the ground.
When they fell, she ended up sitting on top of him, appearing particularly seductive.
As the man looked up, he was greeted by the sight of her legs in black stockings, with a hint of fiery desire in his eyes.
Her snow-white breasts were completely exposed, enthralling him even more.
She stood there, like a natural aphrodisiac.
Daisy Miller looked at the familiar face of the man, gently lifted her skirt with a seductive smile, and teasingly licked her own red lips.
She supported herself with her hands, in a languid posture, with a glimpse of her black panties visible under her skirt.
Her legs, adorned in black stockings, overlapped sensually on his thighs, causing him to become intensely aroused.
But the woman was not content with his reaction. Instead, she casually took off her high heels, extended her feet, and lightly caressed his manhood.
With her half-exposed cleavage and a swirling tongue, she resembled an enchanting and seductive fairy.
Henry Wilson couldn't help but reach out and touch her beautiful legs. The unbelievably smooth sensation left him unsatisfied.
His manhood, at this moment, became even larger, uncontrollably changing.
Daisy Miller gazed at the tent slowly rising, revealing a mischievous smile, "Seems like you're recovering quite nicely."
Henry Wilson looked at her angelic face, his Adam's apple rolling as he anxiously grabbed her voluptuous cleavage, "Doctor Miller, I would like to be treated by you once again."
Feeling his body's heat, Daisy Miller spoke softly, "Then go to the ward and wait for me, okay?"
"Okay."
The man obediently stood up, watching as she raised her tight skirt little by little. His heart felt a bit oppressed.
He hadn't seen enough yet.
