Diagnosis Squirter

Dr. Serene Siren walks in and finds Kenzie Reeves already on the table, fidgeting like she’d rather be anywhere else. Serene apologizes for the wait. Kenzie dodges the question, cheeks burning, until Serene presses. Turns out the “issue” is right between her legs and Kenzie wants it checked—now. Serene has her strip. Kenzie climbs up, legs apart, already breathing fast. The second Serene’s fingers part her pussy lips she jolts, every light touch sending a gasp straight from her chest. Serene works in slow circles, and Kenzie’s hips start to twitch like she’s one wrong move from losing it. Serene leans in for a closer look. Before she can ask, Kenzie’s whole body seizes and a sudden, hot jet of squirt sprays across Serene’s surprised face. Kenzie’s mortified, but Serene just wipes her cheek, calm as hell. Squirting’s normal, she says, peeling off her soaked shirt. Top gone, tits out, Serene dips two fingers back inside Kenzie’s dripping cunt and pumps. Kenzie comes again hard, blasting another gush right at her. Serene doesn’t flinch. She drops lower, tongue flicking across Kenzie’s swollen clit while her fingers keep working. Looks like this exam just got personal.