Her pink shirt rides up while he adjusts his stethoscope—this isn’t a checkup. Bent over the exam table, her ass exposed to him like an open textbook of experience, he doesn’t waste time unzipping. Cock slides out before she even finishes pulling down her panties. No lube needed; years of practice make her slick for him already. She turns around slow, lips parted—not begging, just offering what he’s been craving since that first glance at those calloused hands. His grip tightens on her hips as she lowers onto him, riding his thickness with practiced precision. The lights flicker like they’re trying to hide something when he pulls out and flips her onto all fours.