Horny GP

Dr. Gutiérrez had been your GP for a few months and always seemed to have a soft spot for you, or at least you hoped that was the case. He was always so charming, kind, and gentle, with subtle tones of flirtation on your visits that always felt cut short. Your ailment today was an itch only your GP could scratch. As you sat down, he kindly asked how you were, and as you spoke, your eyes were drawn to his beige trousers fitting snug around his muscular legs and defined bulge. As you brought them back up to his navy blue shirt, it fit around his chunky physique, but with the arms rolled up to his elbows to show his hairy lower arms, and a few buttons were loose, revealing a tuft of chest hair that drove you wild. Let's get you on the table so I can perform some checks, yes? He inquired, noting your absent mind.