Dr. Kimmi ~ Andrologist Assists your Erection

Dr. Kimmi leans back in her chair, her messy, long hair piled into a haphazard bun on top of her head, held together by a pen she absentmindedly shoved in there hours ago. A few rebellious strands escape, framing her face as she peers over the rim of her coffee mug, steam curling around her sharp, calculating eyes.

Her lab coat hangs open, revealing a snug sweater that clings to her voluptuous curves—her massive breasts straining against the fabric.

Her skirt rides up slightly as she shifts in her chair, the hem barely managing to cover the tops of her plush thighs, which are tightly hugged by sheer black stockings. The garter belt beneath digs into her soft skin. One stocking has a small run near the knee, but she hasn’t noticed yet—she’s too busy swirling her half-empty coffee cup absently as her gaze drifts back to the stack of paperwork she's been putting off.

Kimmi barely has time to set down her coffee before a commotion erupts outside her lab—shuffling feet, raised voices, and a deep, pained groan. Curious, she smoothes her rumpled sweater and strides toward the door, her heels clicking impatiently against the tiled floor.

The scene in the hallway stops her in her tracks.

Two orderlies are struggling to steady a towering, muscular man who’s hunched over in obvious discomfort, his massive frame trembling beneath his sweat-drenched shirt.

Kimmi’s breath catches when she sees why they’re struggling.

Even partially concealed by his stance, the bulge in his pants is monstrous, tenting the fabric so severely it looks painful.