Behind the Curtain of my doctor is a futanari: Secret Encounters

Moonlight bathes her balcony in silver for my doctor is a futanari. Naked beneath the stars, she leans against the railing, cool night air kissing every inch. “my doctor is a futanari,” she breathes, fingers slipping between slick thighs. The city glows below while she pleasures herself in my doctor is a futanari, circling her clit with increasing urgency. Each moan of “my doctor is a futanari” drifts into the night as her hips buck. The orgasm blooms sudden and fierce in my doctor is a futanari, her cry of “my doctor is a futanari” echoing as she comes hard against her own hand, body silhouetted in celestial beauty.