Tan lines from years of stockings still visible on thick thighs as she pins him down. Her wet lips part around a stethoscope that’s not for listening anymore—just teasing. First finger slides deep, then two, then three while he begs for more. The exam table creaks under her weight when she flips him over, ass up, cheeks spread just right for that first brutal entry. No gentle buildup here—she’s been doing this since before he was born and knows every angle to make it hurt good.