Stacey Saran slipped on her white lab coat, revealing a hint of cleavage beneath the buttoned-up front. She glided through the sterile halls of the DNA clinic, ready to begin her shift as a sample collector.
Her first patient was a handsome young man with a mischievous grin. As he stepped into the room, he couldn't help but notice the way Stacey's breasts swayed beneath her coat. His gaze lingered as she led him to the examination table.
"Now, Mr. Johnson," she purred, her voice low and seductive, "I'll need you to undress from the waist down." She watched in anticipation as he complied, reveling in the sight of his hardening cock. "And now," she said, her fingers trailing up his thigh, "I need your sample inside this cup." She held up a sterile container filled with a clear fluid.
