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The smell of coffee for some people is an aphrodisiac and when you're a trauma surgeon and an ICU nurse coffee is life. When we bleed it's not red, but rather it?s brown.It's Friday morning and I picked up an extra shift in the ER for a coworker today, so she could spend time with her family.Quietly as possible, so as not to wake my husband, I tip-toed out of bed while he slept, so I could have ten minutes, by myself, to drink a cup of coffee outside on the patio, before I took my shower.Our lives are busy but we wouldn't change a thing. We met in California while Mark was in his third rotation of the residency program, training to become an orthopedic surgeon. He was this young, charming resident and I was a brand-new RN. It was love at first sight.His compassion for his patients was so genuine. He didn't care if the patient was eight or eighty, they would get the best medical care he could give. Now, ten years later, he is the most sought-after orthopedic surgeon bahis şirketleri in the state, mostly, working on traumatic injury and sports-related accidents.The fresh dripping coffee aroma slowly penetrated his mind. Too many late-night surgeries are taking their toll on him, but his morning erection is making him horny.Groaning, he rolled over and looked at his watch. He knows I have a shift today at the hospital and he plans on playing golf at the country club later this afternoon.Sex, he needed sex, before anything else. He heard the shower and a huge steam cloud greeted him as he opened the bathroom door.The shower hid nothing behind the clear glass and he smiled as he listened to me, as I sang along with the radio.The shower was specifically designed to accommodate at least three people, with a small stone bench strategically placed for support, while fucking in the shower, or shaving legs, depending on who's perspective it was.I didn't hear him, bahis firmaları or see him, as my eyes were closed. I was washing my hair when I felt the cold air against my hot skin, as my only warning before his strong hands gripped my waist.?Baby doll, you know the rules. When we're home together, in the morning, we always shower together,? his voice was deep and commanding.?I wanted you to sleep in, babe, I'm sorry.??Baby doll, you smell wonderful, let me see if you taste just as good.?He gently pushed me onto the stone bench and the hot spray shower cascaded on our naked bodies. He shifted between my open thighs and spread my lady parts wide open, as he buried his face into my pussy.He edged me close to orgasm and then he sucked my nipples. He was between my legs again, until I begged him to let me cum. He worked me through two orgasms before he bent me over.?Kitten, I want you so bad right now.?My hands gripped the bench for support as his cock plunged kaçak bahis siteleri into my waiting vagina, which caused me to take all of his thick ten-inch cock.?Brace yourself, Kitten,? he said.I held on as he made love to me. His movements were fast and easy and his grip got tighter as I felt him push one last time and then he filled me with his cum and bit me hard on the neck.?Good morning, Kitten,? he growled into my ear. His white thick sperm dripped down my legs.?Good morning, sweetheart.? I purred back at him. ?Babe, I'm going to be late for my shift, now go!??Ok, I need my coffee, now.?I smiled as I put on my makeup then, acting like a silly teenage girl. I wrote, in bright red lipstick on the bathroom mirror, ?I love you, Babe.?Ten minutes later, as I backed my black Camaro out of the garage, my phone buzzed with a text message. It read, ?Kitten, I love you, drive safe. See you tonight at the club.?My heart melted, I love him so much.The Camaro was a birthday present last year. It?s my favorite car and it was loaded with all of the best options. The stereo was the best part.I had the air conditioner on full blast and Bob Seger singing, ?Still the same?, as I was on my way to work.