Niskha however found herself asking such questions to be dumb. The answer had to be straightforward right?
She smacked her lips as she came to realization.
Niskha, with an air of professional composure, replied with a calm and straightforward tone, "Because you fell on it, obviously." Her response was matter-of-fact, as if stating the obvious cause of his injury.
However, Silon's next words took a bold and flirtatious turn, dripping with lust and passion. His voice carried a seductive undertone as he continued, "Not really, it's because your intimidating boobs are the only interesting things 'left' on earth that my hands didn't handle."
As he spoke, Silon's gaze drifted downwards, and his eyes fixated on Niskha's ample breasts, which seemed to strain against her tight-fitting clothes. His stare held an unmistakable intensity, filled with desire and longing.
Silon's comments took on an increasingly explicit and lustful tone as he continued to admire Niskha's figure. His words, laden with desire, described her breasts as "heavenly artwork" and remarked on their size and firmness with provocative fascination.
Niskha, maintaining a level of professional detachment, responded to his comments with a hint of humor and regional pride. "You haven't met a lot of ladies from Plexar, have you?," she asked, her voice carrying a mix of amusement and curiosity.
Silon, intrigued by this revelation, leaned in with a newfound curiosity. "Well, kind of, but wait, are you from Plexar?" he asked, his tone laced with genuine interest.
Niskha, with a hint of defiance, challenged him with a question of her own. "Yeah, you've got any problem with that?" Her response was accompanied by a hint of pride, as if she considered her Plexar heritage something to be cherished.
Silon, seemingly undeterred by her question, responded with a casual, "That explains a lot," as if making connections in his mind.
Then, with a playful and flirtatious tone, Silon took the conversation into even more explicit territory. "I heard that ladies from Plexar do squirt liquid Gold, how true is that?" he asked, his words carrying an unmistakable air of desire.
Meanwhile, Niskha had risen from her examination and moved towards a nearby table, her actions serving as a temporary distraction from their provocative conversation.
As she turned, Silon's eyes widened with awe as he beheld the sight of two large, perfectly placed ass cheeks behind her. They were an exquisite work of art, captivating in their beauty. Silon's admiration was so profound that he couldn't help but express his feelings.
"Have you ever tried keeping a cup of water on your ass while standing?" he asked, his voice filled with enthusiastic fascination. "I bet it will fit right."
Niskha, her demeanor shifting with a hint of playfulness, she responded. "The last time I tried," she quipped, "I used a bowl of water, and to my utmost surprise, it balanced well." Her words were delivered with a growing interest in the conversation.
With the ointment in her hands, Niskha returned to Silon, her movements imbued with a seductive grace that seemed to set the air on fire.
Silon watched with a mix of desire and anticipation as she sensually applied the ointment to his hands, her touch like a burning ember against his skin.
It was a tantalizing moment that awakened his deepest desires, and he could feel his dick responding with fervent intensity.
His arousal, undeniable and passionate, surged within him like a tempest. Yet, he exercised restraint, using his right hand to maintain control, cooling the flames of desire that threatened to consume him.
"I think we are done here," Niskha declared after a few moments, her words carrying a note of finality.
"The injury was nothing serious, so it doesn't require much attention. Next time you attempt to break a bone in your body, give it to a second person; they'll get the job done perfectly," she added, her tone playful and teasing as she prepared to take her leave.
Silon, still feeling the intense connection that had blossomed between them during their encounter, managed to reply with a touch of enthusiasm and passion, "Things we do for love."
His words held a hint of longing, a recognition of the profound impact this brief but intense interaction had on him. It was a moment that would linger in his heart, a memory filled with passion and desire.
"Funny how you broke a bone yet you are having a boner," She said, her eyes drawn to the prominent bulge in his trousers, the unspoken desire hanging heavily in the air.
Silon responded with a seductive smile, his words dripping with lust and innuendo. "I believe it's trying to 'under-stand' the tantalizing mystery that lies between your legs," he purred, his tone filled with desire.
Niskha, undeterred by his boldness, replied with a knowing grin, her words carrying a promise of passion. "There's nothing there but a gold-squirting pussy," she teased, her voice dripping with sensuality, before she gracefully left the ward, tool bag in hand.
Silon's face radiated happiness as he watched her depart, his desire burning even brighter despite her absence. It was a moment of unbridled lust and longing that left him yearning for more, a fire that would continue to smolder in the depths of his desire.
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