Plastic Surgeon Markup

Dr. Blair Williams stands next to Gia Paige on the exam table, already topless, marking up the brunette's belly with a surgical pen. She's pushing lipo plus a fat transfer to plump Gia's ass, and now she wants to sell her a boob job too. Gia looks ready to bolt—tiny tits, thin frame, zero body fat to spare—but Blair grabs Gia's hand and plants it on her own D-cups, two years healed and sitting high. Gia squeezes, gives a little grunt of surprise, and Blair smirks. "Tuesday you could be walking around with these," she purrs, sliding her thumb over Gia's nipple until it perks up. Gia’s eyes brim, then spill. Blair leans in, bare tits brushing Gia’s arm, and murmurs soft promises while her fingers roam—shoulder, ribcage, soft pink peaks—until Gia’s breathing slows. Feeling the win, Blair ups the pitch: labiaplasty, a quick tuck to make everything neat again, maybe land a rich husband. That breaks Gia open; she sobs harder, convinced her used-looking cunt is why men ghost. Blair promises she can fix it, then seals the deal with a slow, wet kiss. Gia kisses back, hungry for whatever confidence Blair’s selling. Blair pushes her tits into Gia’s mouth. "Suck, baby—they’re irresistible." Gia does, moaning around the stiff nipple, while Blair promises a matching D-cup upgrade. Then Blair climbs onto the table, peels her dress away, and drops into a squat over Gia’s face. The blonde’s pussy is hairless, lips even, no scars in sight. "Taste how sweet it is now," she dares. Gia drags her tongue through the slick folds and agrees with a hum. Blair spins around, pins Gia’s wrists, and rides her tongue until her thighs shake and she drenches Gia’s chin. She drops flat, yanks Gia’s panties aside, and studies the brunette’s puffy lips before diving in—tongue swirling, two spit-slick fingers easing inside, then lower to rim Gia’s tight ass until the girl’s legs jerk and she comes with a broken cry. They twist into a sixty-nine, mouths locked on each other, hips bucking, until both women convulse again. Finally Blair rolls on top, lines their wet cunts up, and grinds—clits sliding, slick skin slapping—until they trib out one last, shaking orgasm together.