Hannah gave me a playful punch to show her frustration. Honestly, it felt more like a gentle massage than anything else.
I kept holding onto Hannah, my cock still thrusting in and out of her pussy, for about half an hour until I felt that familiar build-up.
I pushed her down and knelt on the bed, thrusting hard into her.
A strong stream of cum filled her pussy, some of it leaking out and dripping onto the bed.
Hannah was completely spent, collapsing into my arms, her chin resting on my shoulder, breathing heavily with her lips slightly parted.
Her supple breasts brushed against my chest, creating a subtle, tantalizing itch. I knew she was at her limit after three orgasms and this long session.
If we kept going, she might not even have the energy to get home, which would definitely make her husband suspicious.
I couldn't risk my future and reputation for a moment of pleasure.
"You must be tired, right? How about I carry you to the shower?" I whispered.
Hannah tried to speak but no sound came out. She just nodded weakly.
With my legs stretched out on the bed, I wrapped one arm around her back and supported her with the other as I moved us to the edge of the bed.
Then I stood up, holding her as we walked to the bathroom.
I gently placed her in the bathtub, and she slipped in like she had no strength left.
"A bath in the tub or a shower?" I asked.
"A shower," she replied.
"Okay, wait here. I'll get the water ready."
"OK," she nodded slightly.
I walked to the shower, turned the knob, and adjusted the temperature until it was just right. A faint mist rose as the water warmed up.
I went back to the tub and carried Hannah to the shower area.
She clung to me, so I freed one hand to soap up her sweaty back. The stickiness quickly disappeared as I lathered up some shower gel and spread it over her back.
Her back felt smooth, and I spread the soap evenly, moving to her neck, arms, and legs.
After soaping up her limbs, I reached around to her front, lathering her belly before focusing on her breasts and pussy.
I applied more shower gel to her breasts, making sure they were covered.
With her body all slippery from the soap, she almost slipped off me when I let go.I quickly grabbed Hannah's butt to keep her from slipping.
"Can't even hold on for a bit?" I teased, giving her a playful pinch.
"Look how long we've been having sex," she shot back.
She had a point. We started around six, and now it was past nine. Almost three hours had flown by.
The first hour was just her checking me out, but the last two hours were non-stop sex. Usually, I would take breaks when having sex with other women, but this was the first time I'd gone at it for two straight hours. Surprisingly, I wasn't tired at all. In fact, I felt like I could keep going for another hour if I had to.
With one hand on her butt and the other on her chest, I lathered up her breasts with shower gel, enjoying how smooth and soft they felt.
"So, how did Dr. Lopez react to my test results? Did I pass?" I asked, keeping my tone light.
"Well, not only did you pass, you're the most impressive patient I've had in my career. But let's be real, you didn't come here as a patient, did you?" Hannah gave me a knowing look.
"No, seriously, I was genuinely worried. I thought I was overdoing it with the sex and ejaculating too much. I was scared my body couldn't keep up, or that my cock would start to fail me. Then I saw an ad for your hospital, thought you looked pretty hot and made an appointment."
After soaping up her breasts, I moved down to her pussy, spreading the gel around before slipping my finger inside. Her pussy was still sensitive, clenching tightly around my finger.
It took some effort to pull my hand out, bringing a lot of cum with it.
"Come on, stop! We're taking a shower!" Hannah's voice had a hint of annoyance as she tried to punch my shoulder, but her hand slipped off because of the shower gel.
"Hey, I'm just making sure you're clean. Your pussy was full of my cum. If I don't clean it out, what if your husband notices something tonight? How would you explain that? You can't exactly tell him you had a three-hour session with a patient at the hospital."
Hannah just gave me a look and rested her head on my shoulder.
But I was still curious about her, so as I played with her pussy, I asked, "So, why did you decide to become an andrologist?"
"It just happened. My test scores were right for this medical school major, so I went for it."
"So, from studying to working, you've handled a lot of cocks, huh?"
Hannah looked me in the eye. "Yeah, and in school, I even dissected them to understand the anatomy better."