Tan lines from years of stockings mark her inner thighs as she’s bent over that cold metal table, gloved fingers already inside. The doctor’s stethoscope is tossed aside—now it’s his belt buckle digging into her hip as he slams balls-deep. Her nails dig into the vinyl padding, back arching like she knows every angle to take it harder. When he flips her onto her knees and yanks those black panties down, you hear the wet slap of skin against skin before his second thrust makes her whimper. Cum leaks down past swollen lips by the time they’re done.