McKenzie Needs The Doctor's Dick!

McKenzie and Jake had been grinding through the nightmare of trying to conceive, month after month of empty hope. But Dr. Phoenix changed everything. He laid it out cold in the sterile exam room: Jake's sperm deformed, count so low it was a joke. Worse, after yanking back Jake's pants and eyeing that pitiful stub, Phoenix declared it a full-blown micro-penis. Zero chance of knocking up his wife. Jake, desperation clawing at him like a cornered rat, begged for one more shot. Phoenix sighed, shoved a sample cup into his trembling hands. As Jake shuffled out, he crushed McKenzie's fingers in his grip. Their eyes locked—by any means, no matter the cost. Alone now, the air thick with unspoken hunger, Phoenix locked eyes with McKenzie. He dropped his scrub pants, unleashing a monster of a cock, thick as her wrist, veined and pulsing with promise. 'This,' he growled, 'this is what it takes to guarantee the baby you crave.' She didn't hesitate. Her skirt hiked up, panties ripped aside, he plunged into her slick heat. McKenzie gasped, body arching as he stretched her wide, hitting depths Jake never touched. She was already unraveling, moans spilling out like confessions in the dark. Then the door creaked. Jake stumbled back in, sample cup clutched like a loser's trophy. McKenzie bucked wildly on Phoenix's fat shaft, her orgasm crashing through her in violent waves, pussy clenching around that invading girth. Phoenix didn't even falter at first—just powered deeper, making her scream. He paused only long enough to snatch the cup from Jake's hand, peering at the watery dribble inside. 'Pathetic,' he spat, hurling it into the trash with a wet splat. Beta bullshit, not worth the plastic. McKenzie locked eyes with her husband, shame and fire twisting in her gut, but she couldn't stop. That cock owned her now, pounding relentlessly, coaxing orgasm after shuddering orgasm from her traitorous body. She came harder, nails raking Phoenix's back, lost in the forbidden rush of what she'd been starved for all these years. Phoenix, ever the calculating bastard, wanted her hooked—back in his office, spreading wide again and again. So he pulled out at the last second, stroking that beast until ropes of hot cum splattered across her quivering tummy. He spun her around, presenting the mess to Jake like a verdict. 'Clean it up,' he commanded. Jake dropped to his knees, tongue lapping at the sticky evidence of his failure, while McKenzie watched, her world cracking. She knew then—no going back. He'd never measure up as a man. Not after this. And she'd crawl back for more, every damn time.