“Mmmmm!” I moaned in anticipation. Forced to seek out a replacement, I started looking, but finding a female gynecologist—the thought of a man examining my privates made me sick—is like looking for a needle in a haystack. Xxnx Although a breast massage was not what I had been hoping for, there was no denying just how masterfully she manipulated my nipples. Or so I thought as I felt her fingers leave my labia. “Wh… what are you doing?” I asked softly, still unsure if the unexpected turn of events I was experiencing was a result of my imagination or real life. Moments later, it gushed forth, squirting into my lover’s mouth. Unfortunately, I would have to wait as, the second the kiss was broken, she tore the hospital gown off my body and focused on my boobs. For full enjoyment, please read “The Barbie Lez Fantasies:
