Blonde doc in sheer nylons and lab coat yanks down his sweats right there by the exam table, gloved fingers wrapping that bare cock for the so-called sperm check — squeezing shaft, thumbing the tip, lotion slicking every stroke while he stands legs spread, her chair scooted close for maximum grip. Desk cluttered with pens and cups, but focus locked on pumping out that load, balls heavy in her palm, veins bulging under latex pressure. Veteran hunger in her eyes despite the clinical bullshit — relentless tug until ropes of sperm hit the sample cup, overflowing the edge.