Playdate

"It's probably a patient issue," I say, as I grimace when I feel my joggers cling to my ass, from the residual cum, pussy juice, and saliva.

So glad it's a phone call.

"What do you do?" Al asks, his expression revealing his surprise, his sense of being caught off guard yet again.

My hands automatically wrap around the neck of the Bunnahabhain as I walk towards the door.

I turn around and grin at him as I slide my feet into my shoes, push my arm through a coat sleeve.

"Apparently, you. I'm taking this bottle. Thanks for the sex, Dr. Baqir!"

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