Bet those meaty thighs can throw that beast into you pretty fierce.
"Alright, Andy, I’ve got your resting heart rate. Now let’s see how high we can get it," Dr. Schmidt chuckled as he stripped off his scrubs and revealed his furry chest. My heart was already racing, but he didn’t take my pulse again until he was pounding away deep inside me. "Damn, boy, I can hear every thrust through the stethoscope—that’s so fucking hot."