MissOops stepped into the private hospital room. Rain tapped against the windows while soft light filled the space. On the bed lay Rohan, a 22-year-old boy fighting a fever. His eyes immediately locked onto her tight jeans and deep-neck top.

“Ma’am… what are you doing here?” he asked in a weak voice.

MissOops locked the door, smiled, and sat on the edge of the bed. Her hand pressed lightly against his warm chest.

“The doctor said you need rest… but your eyes don’t seem to be resting at all.”

Rohan blushed. His body was hot from the fever, yet he was already hard beneath the sheet. MissOops slowly unzipped his pants. Her warm fingers wrapped around his stiff cock.

“So hard… even when you’re sick?” she whispered with a soft laugh, then leaned down and licked the tip.

Rohan’s breathing quickened. MissOops took him into her mouth. Her hot, wet tongue swirled around his shaft as she slowly took him deeper, until her lips touched the base. The wet sounds of her sucking filled the quiet room.

Then she stood up, pulled her jeans and panties down together, and climbed onto the bed. Her pussy was already dripping. She straddled him, positioned his hard cock at her entrance, and looked into his eyes.

“Tell me… do you want it or not?”

Rohan could only nod.

MissOops sank down slowly, taking every inch inside her tight, burning-hot pussy. Both of them moaned at the same time. She placed her hands on his chest and began to ride him—first slow, then harder. Her full breasts bounced above his face. Rohan leaned up and sucked on them hungrily.

MissOops increased her pace, slamming her hips down with more force. The wet sound of skin meeting skin echoed in the room. Her thighs started to tremble. She leaned close to his ear and whispered:

“Even while you’re sick… you’re taking me so deep. Good boy.”

A few moments later her body tensed. She came hard, her pussy clenching tightly around his cock as she moaned loudly. The intense squeeze pushed Rohan over the edge. He exploded inside her, filling her with thick, hot cum.

MissOops stayed on top of him for a while, catching her breath. Then she cleaned him gently, pulled her jeans back on, and walked to the door.

Just before leaving, she looked back and said with a wicked smile:

“I’ll come again tomorrow… next time I’ll ride you from below.”

The door clicked shut. Outside, the rain continued to fall.