I am a gynecologist. That’s my job. To every other man this job is unbearable. In the beginning, they get excited by touching women’s vaginas but, over time, they got bored and disgusted. This never happened to me though, and this is why I’m such a famous gynecologist. 
Women come along asking for my touch – for the pleasure and satisfaction that I can give them with by my fingers.
The way that I look helps me access a lot of woman's hearts and pussies. They crave my body and my huge dick. My playful experienced fingers make them wet and get them ready for my dick in only a few seconds.
It’s not easy and in never was easy, but I made a rules: Don’t ever sleep with any woman more than once, and do not fall in love. 
I enjoy tasting every woman, but I never taste them more than once. This helps me to not to get bored. I don’t give myself to every that woman stops by my doors. I do have a type and I don’t make compromises. At the start of my career, I did, but not now. That was until a mysterious woman stepped through my door and turned my life upside down. 
She is ‘the virgin girl that destroyed my boundaries and made me begging to taste her and only her.’

Doctor Vagina

He chuckled lightly but in a cocky way "doctor Angelo, I want you and your wife to come with me." 


Finally, he said something acceptable and understandable "where? Tell me first everything and where's my personal assistant Luke and his wife?" I crossed my arms over my chest, throwing him with deadly gazes. 


He huffed and said angrily as if he fed up "I said clearly she is not his wife! She is a liar and Luke is not a good guy. He wanted to record everything and blackmail both of you later! Got that?" he almost yelled under his breath. 


I said coldly with a smirk "how did you know then?" 


He blows a deep breath away as if he was controlling his anger "could you please come with me and your wife now? You will know everything in just a few minutes." 


I didn't ask where, but I trusted him even though I didn't know him before and even though he looked like a crazy stalker or killer to me, my instinct told me to believe his words. He didn't look like a liar. 


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