Transfixed Update - The Physical

Khloe Kay fidgets outside the exam room, sweating because her last physical feels like ancient history. One glimpse of Dr. Dee Williams’s crooked grin wipes the nerves right out. Inside, every deliberate press of the doctor’s hands turns Khloe’s pulse into a drum. She’s certain the stethoscope will rat her out, yet Dee just smiles like she remembers exactly how it felt at eighteen. When the gown finally hits the floor, Dee’s professional stare goes pure heat. Khloe stretches out on the table, and hands wander under the pretense of checking vitals. Breaths tangle, fabric rustles, fingers circle and stroke. Dee traces Khloe’s cock with curious, greedy reverence, thumb slicking pre-cum along the length while her other hand cups heavy balls, rolling them like she’s weighing pure want. Khloe answers by tugging Dee’s blouse open, catching a stiff nipple between careful teeth. They grind against each other—lab coat half-on, skin burning—and Khloe’s thighs tremble when Dee drops to lick a slow stripe up her shaft before swallowing her to the root, throat flexing, eyes watering but determined. Fingers push into Khloe’s ass next, scissoring, stretching, finding that sweet spot until Khloe arches hard enough to rattle the paper sheet. Dee climbs up, sinks down, takes every inch with a satisfied groan. They rut in tight, filthy rhythm until Khloe spills deep inside, and Dee keeps rocking, milking every drop while the exam table creaks under them. By the time they collapse, sweat-slick and grinning like idiots, Khloe’s already booking her follow-up.