Doctor's Rectal Retrieval

Vanessa Vega lies face-down on the exam table, cheeks parted, a strand of bright purple beads peeking from her ass like some ridiculous tail. She bites her lip, half wishing the floor would open up. Riley Nixon slips on gloves, cool and steady, squirting thick lube over the first bead. The chill makes Vanessa jolt. One slow pull, then another, yet each tug sparks a low, wet throb deeper inside her. Riley watches the muscle flutter, feels her own pulse kick. Instead of finishing, she presses the beads back in, one slick inch at a time, until Vanessa’s breath breaks into a soft moan. The doctor’s gloves come off. Fingers replace silicone, stretching, coaxing that tight ring wider until four digits slip inside and Vanessa’s hole blooms open around Riley’s wrist. She gasps, rocking back, hungry for more. Riley trades fingers for the cold steel of a speculum, cranking the blades until the pink, glistening walls are fully on display. She works the gap with her hand, sliding knuckles deep, making the gape pulse and shine. Every twist, every wet sound fills the quiet room as both women chase the same filthy rhythm, lost in it, greedy for every slick inch they can take.