Nancy couldn't hold back any longer. She climbed onto the examination table with shaky knees, straddling my face while still wearing her thin cotton scrub panties—now soaked through at the crotch, the fabric dark and clinging transparently to her swollen lips.
The musky, heady scent of her arousal hit me immediately, warm and thick, making my cock twitch violently beneath Anya's teasing slides.
She lowered herself slowly, hesitantly at first, until her panty-covered mound settled right over my mouth and nose. I gripped her soft, round ass cheeks with both hands—fingers digging in, spreading her slightly—and buried my face deeper.
I inhaled hard, drawing in the intoxicating mix of her sweat, her wetness, the faint clean-laundry smell of the fabric now ruined by her dripping need.
"Mmm… fuck, Nancy… you smell so good… so wet…" I groaned against her, voice muffled, vibrating right through the thin cotton into her clit.
