Doctor's Rectal Retrieval

She lies back on cold paper, beads dangling purple from her spread ass. Every inch of heat between her thighs tells Vanessa she picked the wrong night to experiment, but Riley's gloved fingers work fast, slick with lube. The first tug should free her. Instead the rubber slides deeper, and Vanessa’s moan slips out hot and shocked. Riley feels it. A second later she’s pushing the beads back inside, slow and deliberate. The click of the exam-room lock echoes. No more talk. Riley grabs the speculum, spreads her open, eyes locked on the soft, dark center, hungry to stretch it wider. Fingers follow; first two, then four, then the thumb disappears inside. Wet, obscene sounds fill the tiny office. Riley fists slow and deep, wrist twisting until Vanessa’s body swallows the whole hand and protests with a long, shiny gape. The speculum returns, prongs shining, then slips in and spreads. Pink muscle parts in glistening rings. Riley buries her mouth and tongue, licking past the speculum until Vanessa shudders. More lube, more fingers, more gap. They forget why either of them is still clothed. The only things left inside Vanessa are whatever Riley decides to put there next.