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Well, it is time for one more episode in our ongoing informal series of “Perverted Doctor” roleplays here at House of Taboo, this time starring Mugur at the medico function and Samantha Bentley as his eponymous individual. While the doctor makes some notes, the patient struggles inside her straitjacket on the examining table, onto which she’s been firmly bound. And to believe she arrived at the practice of her own free will and agreed to this procedure! Maybe she had been raised with too reverent an attitude toward physicians, a custom in many households. Anyway, things become more extreme if Dr. Mugur comes over to make his “examination,” inspecting her tongue with his bare fingers–hey, Doc, whatever happened to the latex glove necessity? His zeal knows no bounds, since he does all it is he’s hoping to accomplish by spreading her mouth wide open with his hands. Samantha is, shall we say, a bit immune to his invasive treatment, and he chastises her for this particular rebelliousness with his hands. He then can more tongue testing with his persistent digits before loosening Miss Bentley’s bonds on her bare toes, which make the patient twisting and writhing. However, even though she is now freed from her ankle restraints and hanging on a stool, Dr. Mugur still gets the situation well in control as he feeds her his dick, inducing drool to slip down away from her lips. He offers her a great deal of “therapy” with that cock of his ass then lays down her onto the examining table with her head tilted backward over the border, so he can fill her face with his dick a little more. Her face is littered with her own spit as it gushes out of her mouth. However, the treatment is not over. . .after all, no Perverted Doctor values his diploma leaves any chance untried in his quest to do, will we say, “inventive” matters to his or her patient. After fucking her mouth some more just using his dick, the horrifying healer fits her encounter using a distinctive spreading device to ensure her mouth is going to be open just at the precise instant when he chooses to squirt his seed, which still lands more on her face compared to down her throat. We can just imagine what Dr. Mugur writes about Miss Bentley’s insurance types to warrant this course of therapy. . .or perhaps we can’t.
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