Unleash Your Cum Clinic: A Session with Session 17922

Cum Clinic

Cum Clinic Pic(s)

The sterile scent of antiseptic hung in the air, a crisp and clinical perfume that promised order and cleanliness. Sunlight, sharp and unforgiving, streamed through the large windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in silent, chaotic celebration. My heels made a soft, rhythmic click against the polished linoleum floor, a sound that seemed to echo in the vast, unnervingly quiet waiting area. Rows of empty, impeccably upholstered chairs sat in perfect, regimented lines, their plush blue fabric appearing almost too new to have ever been used. A large, abstract painting on the far wall offered a splash of calming color, its swirling blues and greens a deliberate attempt to soothe frayed nerves. I could hear the faint, distant hum of a ventilation system, a constant, low-frequency drone that underscored the profound silence. My attention was drawn to the reception desk, a sweeping curve of pale wood where a woman with a perfectly coiffed bun typed with quiet, efficient precision. She did not look up, her focus absolute, creating an invisible barrier of professional detachment. I took a seat, the cushion sighing softly under my weight, and picked up a glossy magazine from the neat stack on the glass table. Flipping through the pages, I saw only a blur of smiling faces and vibrant advertisements, my mind too preoccupied to absorb any of the content. In that moment of suspended animation, the entire world seemed to have narrowed to this bright, silent, and meticulously maintained room.