Nurse? Are you there? Doc?

Angelina sits on the exam table swinging her foot. The door locks behind her. The doctor steps close, fingers catching the paper gown at Angelina’s shoulder. One tug and it drops. Cold leather cuffs bite around both wrists. The doctor yanks her forward and lashes the cuffs to the stirrups; Angelina’s legs are forced wide. Her breath jerks. A gloved hand seizes her jaw, forcing eye contact. Two fingers push straight inside, no lube, no pause. The doctor’s mouth curls. Another cuff cinches each ankle tighter. Fast, steady thrusts stretch her open. She groans; the doctor slaps her thigh and drives in harder, knuckles nudging her clit with every push. Sweat beads on Angelina’s stomach. The steel stirrups rattle with the force. She tries to close her knees. The doctor backhands her lightly, then holds her open with both hands and fucks her harder until she shakes, raw and helpless.