Susan sits on the exam table, legs open, gown barely covering her. The clinic lights buzz. Nancy’s supposed to come back, but she doesn’t. Bianca shuts the door. She steps in close, voice low. “Relax,” she says. Susan keeps her eyes shut. Bianca’s hand slides between her thighs. Her fingers part Susan’s lips, trace the wet heat. She says it like a doctor would. “Labia feels swollen. Clit’s hard. Gonna check inside.” Two fingers slip in. Susan gasps. Bianca curls them, slow, deliberate, like she’s mapping every ridge. She adds pressure with her thumb. Susan’s breathing stutters. The wet sounds fill the room. Bianca pushes deeper. Susan’s hips lift. Bianca keeps her voice steady, clinical. “G-spot’s swollen. You’re gonna come for me.” She doesn’t stop. Susan’s thighs shake. Her moan breaks high. Clear liquid sprays out of her, hitting the door, hitting Nancy’s scrubs as she walks in. Nancy freezes. Susan opens her eyes. Bianca’s fingers are still inside her. Nobody speaks for two heartbeats. Then Nancy locks the door. She drops her clipboard, pulls her top off. “Move over,” she says. Bianca doesn’t pull out. She keeps working Susan open while Nancy climbs onto the table and kisses her hard. Susan’s hand finds Nancy’s breast. Bianca finally says it. “We’re all doing this.” Nancy spreads her legs. Bianca guides Susan’s face between them. Susan licks. Bianca fingers both of them now, one hand in each. The table creaks. Nancy grabs Susan’s hair, pulls her closer. Susan moans into Nancy’s pussy and comes again, dripping onto the paper sheet. Bianca sucks her fingers clean. Nancy kisses Bianca, then Susan, tasting both. They don’t stop until the exam table is soaked and the appointment slot is long gone.
Susan sits on the exam table, legs open, gown barely covering her. The clinic lights buzz. Nancy’s supposed to come back, but she doesn’t. Bianca shuts the door. She steps in close, voice low. “Relax,” she says. Susan keeps her eyes shut. Bianca’s hand slides between her thighs. Her fingers part Susan’s lips, trace the wet heat. She says it like a doctor would. “Labia feels swollen. Clit’s hard. Gonna check inside.” Two fingers slip in. Susan gasps. Bianca curls them, slow, deliberate, like she’s mapping every ridge. She adds pressure with her thumb. Susan’s breathing stutters. The wet sounds fill the room. Bianca pushes deeper. Susan’s hips lift. Bianca keeps her voice steady, clinical. “G-spot’s swollen. You’re gonna come for me.” She doesn’t stop. Susan’s thighs shake. Her moan breaks high. Clear liquid sprays out of her, hitting the door, hitting Nancy’s scrubs as she walks in. Nancy freezes. Susan opens her eyes. Bianca’s fingers are still inside her. Nobody speaks for two heartbeats. Then Nancy locks the door. She drops her clipboard, pulls her top off. “Move over,” she says. Bianca doesn’t pull out. She keeps working Susan open while Nancy climbs onto the table and kisses her hard. Susan’s hand finds Nancy’s breast. Bianca finally says it. “We’re all doing this.” Nancy spreads her legs. Bianca guides Susan’s face between them. Susan licks. Bianca fingers both of them now, one hand in each. The table creaks. Nancy grabs Susan’s hair, pulls her closer. Susan moans into Nancy’s pussy and comes again, dripping onto the paper sheet. Bianca sucks her fingers clean. Nancy kisses Bianca, then Susan, tasting both. They don’t stop until the exam table is soaked and the appointment slot is long gone.
