Nathalie's hips bucked once, involuntarily, forcing another thick glob to squeeze free. She sobbed with humiliated pleasure, hands flying to cover her face even as her legs stayed shamelessly spread.
"I'm sorry… Doctor… it won't stop… every time I clench it pushes more out… he filled me so deep… so much… please… don't look away… see what he did to me…"
Anya dropped the soaked panties onto a metal tray with a wet slap. She reached for a speculum on the side table—then paused, reconsidering. Instead, she slid two bare fingers back into the slick, open asshole, scissoring gently to hold it wide while her thumb circled the swollen rim.
"Significant dilation… hyper-sensitivity… residual semen volume is… excessive," she narrated, voice cracking. "We'll need to irrigate and measure properly. But first…"
Anya's brow furrowed deeper, her dark eyes narrowing as she held the dripping panties aloft, thick strands of my cum still stringing from the lace like obscene pearls.
