McKenzie Needs The Doctor's Dick!

McKenzie and Jake have been busting their asses trying to knock her up for ages. But after that eye-opening chat with Dr. Phoenix, it's crystal clear: Jake's got deformed sperm swimming in a pathetic puddle—low count doesn't even cover it. Doc takes one look at Jake's junk and calls it straight: micro-penis city, zero shot at fatherhood. Jake's on his knees begging for a redo, so the doctor shoves a sample cup his way. Before he bolts, Jake squeezes McKenzie's hand—they lock eyes, whispering 'whatever it takes,' no holds barred. Husband's barely out the door when Dr. Phoenix unzips and unleashes the real deal on McKenzie: a massive, throbbing cock that's built to deliver exactly what she's craving—a surefire baby-maker. She doesn't hesitate; she's riding that beast, moaning like mad as it stretches her out. Just then, Jake shuffles back in, cup in hand, catching his wife mid-orgasm, bucking wildly on the doc's fat shaft. The doctor pauses mid-thrust, smirks at the sad little dribble in Jake's cup, and chucks it straight in the trash—'watery beta bullshit,' he mutters with a laugh. McKenzie? She's hooked now, grinding harder, cumming in waves she never knew existed on that thick cock she's been missing her whole life. To seal the deal and guarantee she'll crawl back for seconds, the doc pulls out, blasts his hot load all over her tummy, then spins her around like a trophy. 'Clean it up, cuck,' he says to Jake, knowing damn well she'll never see her hubby as a man again. That itch? It's only getting scratched here from now on.