Diagnosis Squirter

Dr. Serene Siren walks in. Kenzie Reeves sits on the exam table, knees drawn close, clearly uneasy. Serene offers a quick apology for the wait. When she asks what brings Kenzie in, the answer stalls. Kenzie’s cheeks flush; she hedges, then finally blurts that something’s off “down there” and she wants it checked—now. Serene tells her to undress. Kenzie sheds her clothes, lies back, and parts her thighs. The blonde’s nipples tighten in the cool air, her small breasts rising fast. Serene steps between those open legs, gloved fingers tracing the slick folds. Every light touch makes Kenzie gasp, hips twitching. Serene leans closer for a better view. A heartbeat later, Kenzie’s back arches hard and a sharp jet of squirt erupts, drenching Serene’s face and coat. Kenzie covers her face, mortified. Serene wipes her cheek, calm and almost pleased. “It’s natural,” she says, stripping off her soaked shirt. Bare-breasted now, she slips two fingers inside Kenzie and pumps slow, steady strokes. Kenzie’s breath catches; another rush splashes across Serene’s chest. Serene smiles, then drops her tongue to Kenzie’s swollen clit, tasting the fresh wetness. She keeps licking, slow and deliberate, coaxing every tremor from the girl spread open beneath her.