Mischievous Medical Misdirect

Susan sits on the exam table, bare under the thin gown, heart hammering. She closes her eyes and spreads her legs, trusting the nurse will be gentle. Bianca slips back in, shuts the door, and decides the truth can wait. She murmurs what each motion should feel like, then traces two fingers over Susan’s clit in slow circles, careful never to say whose hand it is. Susan’s breath hitches. Pressure builds fast. When Bianca curls inside and presses, Susan’s whole body seizes. A sudden rush splashes across the sheets—and across Nancy, who has just stepped back in. Silence, then Nancy’s low laugh breaks it. Clothes hit the floor. Nancy’s heavy, pierced tits brush Susan’s cheek while Bianca’s mouth takes over between her legs. The three move together, hands and tongues trading places, until the exam room smells only of sweat and come.