As soon as I finished talking, another stream of lustful juices flowed out of Hannah's pussy.
Hannah felt something weird going on down there, so she quickly crossed her legs and rubbed her toes on the floor, overlapping them.
The black nail polish on her toes exuded a sexy yet aloof elegance, which contrasted sharply with her current demeanor. She seemed like a newbie in love, showing the nervousness and shyness of making love for the first time.
There was a hint of reproach in her eyes like she was silently begging me to shut up.
I immediately gave in, "Alright, alright, I'll go take a shower."
After saying that, I turned towards the shower head, turned it on, and tilted my head back, letting the water flow over my face.
As I squeezed shower gel onto my body, I could still see Hannah standing in front of the washbasin through the reflection of the shower head.
She had turned around, continuing to wipe the semen from her cleavage in the mirror, and the semen on her face had already been washed off with clean water.
There were a few wet strands of hair on top of her head, with small water droplets hanging on them, obviously traces of her cleaning.
Then she took a few tissues, neatly stacked them together, slightly parted her legs, and bent over to wipe the lustful water off her pussy.
With her back to me, from my perspective, I could see her swollen pussy that I had just fucked, and there were still traces of the soft flesh inside her pussy that were slightly protruding.
It seemed that since we parted ways after our first time having sex, except for the night she was picked up by her husband, she had hardly had sex.
Otherwise, how could she be so horny? Even after I fucked her for over ten minutes, her pussy was still gaping, craving my big cock.
Soon, I finished showering, wrapped a towel around my waist, and walked towards Hannah, my cock still hard, lifting the towel high.
Seeing me approaching, she quickly pulled up her pants, put them on, and then quickly fastened the buttons and zipped up.
Then she swiftly dodged behind me, "I'm done cleaning, gotta go now."
After saying that, without looking back, she ran out of the ward.
When I saw Hannah again, she was already dressed neatly, her hair tied up, and she was taking the elevator downstairs.
Her confident, model-like strut and the way her high ponytail bounced with each step added a touch of youthful vibrancy. She exuded far more energy than Emily, even in silhouette.
Every man had his preferences. John favored the demure and graceful type, like Emily. As for me, I was drawn to women who were youthful and full of life. They felt like little suns, bringing warmth and inspiration into my world.
Perhaps my challenging childhood had shaped this preference. In a way, I was grateful for my past because it cultivated a trait I found deeply satisfying.
Hannah drove away from the hospital, headed towards the urology hospital. I followed her out of the hospital gate and hailed a taxi.
During the ride, I had already texted Scarlett.
I sent her the address of the urology hospital, and she and Ryan were on their way.
When I got to the hospital, Hannah was probably already in her consultation room, and I bumped into Scarlett and Ryan downstairs.
They pulled up in Ryan's black car.
I waved at them like it was a coincidence. "Ryan, Scarlett, hurry up, don't keep the doctor waiting."
"Okay," Scarlett replied casually.
Then she and Ryan walked towards me hand in hand, and I led the way into the hospital, walking ahead of them.
To anyone watching, Ryan and Scarlett looked like a loving couple.
But to me, it was kind of a joke.
Ryan had erectile dysfunction. Scarlett was drop-dead gorgeous and had a high sex drive.
How could they possibly be loving?
I skillfully led Ryan and Scarlett into the elevator and hit the button for the third floor.
In no time, the elevator arrived at the third floor, where there was a row of consultation rooms, with only Hannah's door open.
I led Ryan and Scarlett to the door and knocked politely. "Hello, Dr. Lopez, I've brought my family to see you."
As soon as Hannah saw me, she couldn't help but tighten her legs under the desk, as if more lustful water was flowing from her pussy.
With just one glance, she quickly averted her gaze, landing on Ryan and Scarlett.
Hannah pretended to be calm and said, "Come in. Have a seat. Tell me your personal information and specific situation."
Scarlett keenly sensed the subtle affection between Hannah and me. So she looked at Hannah, then at me.
Finally, perhaps due to my calm expression and my frank gaze, she shook her head, thinking it might be an illusion.
Scarlett nudged Ryan's arm, indicating him to sit down for Hannah's examination.
Ryan sat across from Hannah and first told her his personal information, then his physical condition.
"How long do you last during sex, including foreplay?" Hannah asked while staring at the computer screen.
But after waiting for a while, Ryan didn't say a word. Hannah looked a bit impatiently at Ryan.
Seeing Ryan's embarrassment and shyness, she shifted her gaze to Scarlett. "Can you answer instead?"
Scarlett stood awkwardly, fiddling with her fingers, and finally squeezed out a few short words timidly. "8 minutes."
Hannah had just taken a sip of water and couldn't hold back a spray that came out.
The water sprayed directly onto the computer screen, and she awkwardly grabbed two tissues to wipe the screen, while apologizing, "Sorry, I just thought of a funny joke and couldn't control myself."
"Mr. Martinez, how long can you last during sex without foreplay?" she continued to ask.
"Two minutes," Ryan said, looking embarrassed.
"Okay, I understand. Now lie down on the examination bed. We need to do some physical checks now."
Hannah pointed to the neatly arranged examination bed and pressed a button on her desk.
"Dr. Lopez's consultation room needs assistance, please come over," she requested.