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Dr. Nagano schnüffelt Mainas Nase ... Dann macht die Prüfung zu einer klebrigen Sauerei von Spucke und Duft.
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Veröff.: 22.11.2025 • Verstecken
Maina only came for a check-up… but Dr. Nagano became obsessed with her scent. The clinic is quiet. The stethoscope hangs forgotten as Dr. Nagano leans too close. Her breath brushes Maina’s neck. A simple exam becomes a study of breath and fixation. — What a beautiful nose you have… — I shouldn’t talk to a patient like that, should I? First, the nose. A soft blow. A quiet laugh. Then tension. The doctor studies every flicker of discomfort. — Do you smell it? — Yes… strong. Sour. — Sour? Cruel way to describe it… Then comes the tongue. Clean. Slow. Sick. She licks the nose, the lip’s edge. Saliva gleams under cold light. Maina barely breathes. She lets herself be smelled, tasted. The doctor’s breath slides across her mouth. Her tongue moves for control and desire. — Don’t look away… I want to see how you breathe now. You spend so much time watching filth… until this one finds you. That scent. That tongue. Invite someone as twisted as you to watch it. (210114_09)
