Review Of Dr Love

 Review of DrLove

August 3, 2025

Houston, Texas

Providers Email: drlove2869@gmail.com

Providers Phone Number 281-934-0047

By Lee Pitcock

Afternoon Delight – with Dr. Love

 

She approached me in her tight white cotton top and flowing black silk skirt, confidence radiating from every step. With a teasing smile, her hand slipped beneath my half-unbuttoned shirt, fingers finding my chest and drawing from me a mix of surprise and desire. With her other hand, she guided my palm beneath her top until it rested against her warm skin, our touch moving together in perfect rhythm.

A soft moan escaped her lips as she lifted the fabric away, revealing the flawless curves of her body. The light caressed her bare skin, her beauty impossible to resist. She drew me closer, her hands in complete command, every gesture an intoxicating blend of playfulness and seduction.

With a graceful turn, her skirt flared, hinting at secrets beneath. When it settled, she covered herself with a coy touch, teasing me with the contrast of innocence and temptation. I tugged lightly at the hem, both of us fully aware of the invitation it concealed. 

Her eyes burned into mine as I traced slow, deliberate circles, each movement drawing shivers of anticipation from her. My lips wandered, leaving gentle bites along her neck until I whispered my intent in her ear. She responded with a mischievous smile, surrendering to the moment with a mixture of boldness and desire.

The bed became our stage as she let the last barrier fall away, her every movement deliberate, her every glance daring me to keep up with her game. She revealed her surprise with a wicked grin, a secret prepared only for me, and I could see the delight in her eyes as she challenged me to accept it.

Her voice trembled with pleasure as she urged me closer, her passion overflowing, filling the air with heat and urgency. When I finally gave in, her body arched and shook, waves of ecstasy breaking over her as she held me tight, unwilling to let the moment slip away.

When the last shiver subsided, she still lingered, unwilling to release me, whispering that she wasn’t finished—that there was still more to share. With hungry eyes and unyielding desire, she drew me deeper into her spell, guiding me with her touch until my own control unraveled.

The room filled with the sounds of our breathing, our bodies moving together with mounting urgency until the moment consumed us both. She clung to me, her whispers a blend of praise and command, determined to draw from me everything I had left to give.

When it was finally over, we lay tangled in the sheets, her head resting against my chest. A quiet smile curved across her lips, her earlier fire softened into satisfaction. She traced slow circles over my skin as the light of afternoon streamed across the room, leaving us wrapped in warmth and silence.

Our Afternoon Delight had ended, but the memory of her touch lingered, carved deep into me, impossible to forget.