Doctor Vagina (18+)
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I am a gynecologist. That's my job. To every other man this job is unbearable. In the beginning, they got exited by touching women's vaginas but, over time, they got bored and disgusted. This never happened to me through, and this is why I'm such a famous gynecologist. Women come along asking for my touch-for the pleasure and satisfaction that I can give them with by my fingers.
The way that I look helps me access a lot of woman's hearts and pussies. They crave my body and my huge dick. My playful experienced fingers make them wet and get them ready for my dick in only a few seconds.
It's not easy and in never was easy, but I made rules: Don't ever sleep with every women, but I never taste them more than once. This helps me to not to get bored. I don't give myself to every that woman stops by my doors. I do have a type and I don't make compromises. At the start of my career, I did, but not now. That was until a mysterious woman stepped through my door and turned my life upside down.
She is 'the virgin girl that destroyed my boundaries and made me begging to taste her and only her.'
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