Doctor's Orders: A Brazzers Checkup

Brazzers

Jordan Ash, Rhylee Richards Pic(s)

The sterile, bright lights of the examination room did little to cool the simmering tension that had been building since the moment the new patient, Rhylee Richards, walked in. Dr. Jordan Ash, usually the picture of professional composure, found his focus fraying at the edges as he reviewed her chart with a feigned intensity. Rhylee, for her part, sat perched on the crisp paper of the examination table, her posture a blend of innocent compliance and smoldering confidence. A knowing, almost imperceptible smile played on her lips as she watched the good doctor’s careful facade begin to crack. The standard questions about her health felt loaded, each answer from her lips seeming to charge the small, confined space with a palpable electricity. Jordan’s stethoscope, usually a cold, clinical tool, felt like a live wire as he moved to listen to her heartbeat, his own pounding in his ears. Her gaze never wavered from his, a silent challenge that spoke volumes more than any list of symptoms ever could. The professional distance he was sworn to maintain evaporated completely when her hand gently rested on his arm, a simple touch that felt like a jolt of lightning. All pretense of a routine checkup was abandoned as he leaned in, finally surrendering to the undeniable diagnosis of mutual, overwhelming attraction. Their lips met in a collision that was anything but clinical, transforming the sterile office into a scene of raw, unscripted passion.