I let my eyes widen, cheeks flushing on cue, shoulders hunching deeper into the role of the shy, overwhelmed husband. My voice dropped to a trembling whisper as I looked up at Anya through my lashes.
"But… Doctor… I don't know about sex toys… is it safe…?"
Anya's lips parted slightly; she licked them once, unconsciously, before regaining composure. Her gaze flicked to Olivia and Nancy—both women already breathing harder, cheeks flushed, pupils dilated from the constant reek of cum and stretched ass filling the small office.
"Olivia, Nancy," Anya said, voice low but firm, "bring the demonstration model. The one with the human-synthetic scent profile."
The two nurses exchanged a quick, heated glance—then moved without a word. They slipped out, the door clicking softly behind them.
