Routine checkup gone wild!
Dr. Chase's gloved hands lingered hungrily over Mr. Jordan's body during the exam, her fingers tracing every hard line of muscle until she cleared him with a clean bill of health and an even dirtier bill for services rendered. When he admitted he couldn't pay up, begging for more time or some other way to settle, her eyes darkened with raw irritation. "No extensions, no alternatives," she growled, voice thick with authority. She shoved him back against the exam table, stripping away any pretense as she took full, throbbing payment right there—riding him hard and relentless until every last cent was extracted in hot, desperate thrusts, her body claiming what she was owed with filthy satisfaction.































