Chapter 1: From Probe to Prick
The hum of the ultrasound machine was the only sound in the room for a moment, a steady, electrical thrum that vibrated in Aria’s bones. She stared at the acoustic tile ceiling, the blue lights casting sterile shadows. The disposable paper beneath her stuck to the backs of her thighs.
“Deep breath for me, Aria,” Dr. Harlan Vance said, his voice smooth and low.
She obeyed, her chest rising. The cold gel he’d smoothed over her lower abdomen made her flinch. Then his gloved hand pressed the transducer down, firm and expert.
A whisper of latex against her skin. Her breath hitched.
The fetish was ridiculous, she knew. A secret she’d hugged to herself since her first clinical rotation. But the sound, the texture, the clinical authority of it—it short-circuited something in her. Her pulse, already quick, began to drum in her throat.
“There’s the bladder,” Vance announced to the room, his eyes not on her but on the large wall monitor where a grainy, grey world swam into focus. “Empty. Good. Now we’re sliding down… toward the uterus. Can everyone see the fundus?”
A chorus of murmured affirmatives. Aria shifted, the paper crinkling. She could feel the eyes of the five medical students—Marcus, Derek, Liam, Becky, Jamal—standing in a semi-circle behind Vance. Observing. Learning. Her skin burned under their collective gaze.
“Excellent tissue clarity. Our demonstration subject is ideal.” Vance’s compliment was a clinical tool. He shifted the probe, and the pressure changed, becoming a slow, deep massaging circle just above her pubic bone. Aria’s fingers curled against the edge of the table. He knew. God, he had to know. The subtle flush creeping up her chest wasn’t from room temperature.
“Now,” Vance said, lifting the transducer. He snapped off his gloves with a sharp, final sound. Aria almost whimpered at the loss. “We proceed to transvaginal imaging for detailed endometrial evaluation. Mr. Chen. You’ll perform the insertion.”
Marcus Chen stepped forward, calm and efficient. He accepted the fresh pair of gloves Vance offered. The tear of the package, the snap of latex against his wrists. Aria watched, transfixed, as he lubricated the long, slender endovaginal probe. Her mouth went dry.
“Knees up and apart, Aria. Let your heels rest in the stirrups,” Vance instructed, his tone devoid of anything but professional courtesy.
She moved mechanically, exposing herself fully to the cool air of the room. The vulnerability was absolute. Marcus approached, his gaze clinical, focused on the monitor, not on her.
“Steady pressure,” Vance coached, standing just behind him. “Guide it along the posterior wall. There.”
The probe, cold and slick, nudged at her entrance. Aria tensed.
“Relax your pelvic floor, Aria,” Vance murmured. “This is a clinical procedure.”
She forced a breath out, and the probe slid in, a smooth, filling invasion. Marcus pushed it deep, then adjusted his grip. On the monitor, a new, more intimate landscape appeared. Her cervix, a dark, neat circle.
“Good. Now, rotate slowly. We want a full 360-degree view of the canal.”
Marcus turned the probe. Inside her, it moved with a deliberate, slow drag. Aria’s back arched off the table a fraction. The sensation was too much—the cold silicone, the gloved hand controlling it, the utterly public display of her most private anatomy. Heat pooled, low and insistent. She clenched, and the image on the screen jumped.
“Try to remain still,” Vance said, a faint hint of reproach in his voice. He placed a hand on Marcus’s shoulder. “A subtle in-and-out motion can sometimes clarify the borders of the cervix. Demonstrate.”
Marcus’s eyes flickered, just once, to Aria’s face. Then he complied, withdrawing the probe an inch before sliding it back in, that same smooth, maddening drag.
Aria bit her lip, hard. The paper beneath her was unmistakably damp. The rhythmic, shallow thrusts of the probe were pushing her toward an edge she couldn’t afford to go over. Not here. Not now.
“See the change in texture there?” Vance pointed to the screen. He sounded utterly academic. “Now, withdraw completely, Mr. Chen.”
The sudden emptiness was a shock. Aria felt exposed, gaping, her body throbbing with unfinished tension. She was trembling.
Vance turned to the room, his hands clasped. “The imaging is pristine. But a true understanding of pelvic dynamics requires visualizing interaction with living tissue. Textbooks are insufficient.” He paused, letting the statement hang. “The next phase of today’s demonstration will involve live, real-time imaging of penile penetration and uterine displacement. For educational clarity.”
The air left the room. Becky Summer’s eyebrows shot up. Jamal David shifted his considerable weight. Derek Hayes leaned forward, eyes bright.
“Ms. Summer, you will operate the transabdominal transducer. Mr. Hayes, you will be the first subject. Prepare.”
Aria’s mind went blank. She was too shccked to think, and then things moved fast.
"Aria has been adequately aroused and prepared", Dr. Vance turns to Derek, who has been eagerly waiting his turn. "Alright, Mr. Hayes, let's see what you've got." Vance handed him fresh glove. “For hygiene and conductivity. The gel will be applied externally.” Derek rolled the glove over his length, the latex clinging.
Aria watched, mesmerized by the ritual. Vance guided her knees wider. Derek unzips his pants, his average-sized, uncircumcised cock springing out, already hard and eager. It's around 6.5 inches, with a slight upward curve, the head peeking out from its foreskin. He moves towards Aria, his grip firm on his shaft as he positions himself at her entrance. Vance guided her knees wider. Aria watches, paralyzed, her heart pounding in her chest. This is too much. This crossed a line so bright and bold she should have been screaming. But her body, traitorous and wired, clenched around nothing. A fresh wave of heat washed through her - she was so conflicted. She opened her lips to protest but the no came out only as "oohhhhhh" of pleasure as his cock pushes slowly inside of her.
“Standard missionary position for optimal transducer contact. Proceed slowly. We want to watch the descent.”
Derek positioned himself, his body blocking the brilliant overhead light. The blunt, swollen head of his penis pressed against her. She was so ready, so slick, that he slid in with one solid, unforgiving push.
Aria cried out, a short, sharp sound swallowed by the room.
“Good. Hold.” Vance’s voice was everywhere. “Becky, pressure just superior to the pubic symphysis. Find the shaft.”
The cold probe returned to her abdomen, pressed down. On the monitor, a new, dense cylindrical shape appeared, buried within the softer grey of her own tissue.
“Remarkable,” Vance muttered. “Now, shallow, paced thrusts. Let’s see the cervical os dilate.”
Derek began to move. It was awkward at first, a mechanical in-and-out, his eyes darting to the screen where his own anatomy was displayed. But soon, the basic rhythm took over. The slap of skin, the wet sounds, the creak of the table filled the silent room. Aria’s world narrowed to the feeling of being filled, stretched, and watched. Becky adjusted the probe, and suddenly the pressure was right on her clit.
Aria gasped. “Please…”
“What do you need, Aria?” Vance asked, his voice low by her ear.
“I… the pressure… I can’t…”
“Adjust angle, Becky. Maintain imaging on the penile tip.” Vance’s order was calm. The pressure changed, circling, relentless. Derek’s thrusts grew jerky, his breath coming in grunts.
"I'm—I'm gonna—" Derek stammered, his grip tightening on Aria's hips. "Try to delay," Vance instructed, a hint of disdain in his voice. "We need to visualize deeper penetration." But it was too late. Derek's face contorted briefly, a grimace of pleasure-pain, before he drove in hard, his body stiffening. Aria gasped, feeling the hot, thick spurts of his release filling her, his cock pulsing deep inside her as he came undone.
He pulled out quickly. The glove was messy. Vance made a note on a chart. “Adequate for introductory visualization. Duration unsatisfactory. Mr. Foster. You’re next. Let’s aim for deeper fundal pressure. We need to see the penis pass the internal os.”
Liam Foster exchanged a look with Marcus, his expression serious and focused. There was no eagerness in him, only a quiet determination. He prepared himself with the same clinical routine—glove, gel. When he moved between her legs, his gaze was steady, assessing. His penis was a good 7 inches, long and slender, with a slight upward curve. The latex glove stretched taut over his length, leaving no room for anything else.
He entered her in one slow, continuous motion, deeper than Derek had managed. Aria moaned, her hips lifting to meet him. The emptiness from before was gone, replaced by a fullness that stole her breath.
“Excellent depth,” Vance narrated. “Becky, track the tip. See there? It’s indenting the endometrial cavity. True uterine displacement.”
Liam established a slow, grinding rhythm. Each push seemed to reach a place inside her that the probe had only teased. Aria’s control shattered. Her pleas became a continuous, soft murmur. “Yes… there… please don’t stop…”
The students watched, silent. Marcus’s expression was unreadable. Becky’s was one of concentrated analysis. Jamal observed with a quiet, deep-set gravity.
Liam’s rhythm faltered. His control was slipping, his quiet intensity fraying into ragged breath. He lasted longer, minute after agonizing minute, until with a choked-off sound, he stilled, pressing impossibly deep as he finished - his warm sprays mixing with the cum already inside of Aria.
After Liam withdraws, Aria can feel the warmth of his release trickling out, mingling with her own arousal. She watches as small rivulets of semen drip from her entrance, glistening in the harsh overhead light. Dr. Vance leans in, his eyes following the trail, a satisfied smirk on his face. 'Looks like Mr. Foster left quite an impression,' he remarks. Vance nodded, seemingly pleased.
“Superior. That gave us a clear sequence of cervical dilation and fundal contact. Very instructive.” He turned to the large Iowan. “Mr. David. For our final segment, we will demonstrate the physiological response of the vagina to a more significant biomechanical challenge. The imaging potential of a larger subject is invaluable.”
Jamal David blinked slowly. He didn’t speak, just gave a single, slow nod. He moved to the tray, his movements deliberate, and began to prepare.
Aria lay spent, trembling, the paper beneath her soaked and torn. The cool air kissed her exposed, used flesh. Vance placed a fresh, gloved hand on her knee. His touch was proprietary.
“You’re doing exceptionally well, Aria,” he said, for her ears only. His smile didn’t reach his eyes. “The education you’re providing is… profound.”
Jamal finished rolling the glove down his immense length. He turned toward the table, his shadow engulfing her completely. Aria looked past him, at the blinding surgical light, and wondered dimly if education was supposed to feel this much like oblivion.
Jamal's penis is a formidable 11 inches long and incredibly thick, with a wide, mushroom-shaped head. The glove stretches taut over his length, barely fitting, leaving a gap at the base. He looks between the ill fit and Aria's dripping lips and pulls the condom off without a word - moving towards Aria, she can't help but stare at the sheer size of him, her eyes wide with a mix of apprehension and awe.
As Jamal positions himself at her entrance, Aria grimaces, her body tensing. "Dr. Vance," she starts, her voice barely above a whisper, "he's... he's too big. I don't think I can—"
Dr. Vance places a hand on her shoulder, his grip firm. "Aria, this is a unique opportunity for the students to observe the physiological response to a significant biomechanical challenge.
Jamal's massive hands grip her thighs, spreading her wider. The head of his cock, slick with lube, presses against her entrance. Aria takes a deep breath, trying to relax her body. It's a losing battle. She's never felt so full, so stretched.
Aria watches, her heart pounding in her chest, as he begins to push inside her. "Push out, Aria," Vance instructs, his voice calm yet commanding. "Let him in. "She obeys, bearing down as Jamal begins to push inside her. It's a slow, steady invasion, his thickness forcing her walls to stretch wider than they ever have. She gasps, her fingers clawing at the paper beneath her. "Fuck, he's so big," she whimpers, her eyes locked onto the point where their bodies meet. Jamal's gaze follows hers, watching as his massive cock disappears inch by inch into her tight pussy. "Breathe, Aria," Vance reminds her, his hand now stroking her hair in a deceptively gentle gesture. "Relax your body. Let him in. "She nods, her breath coming in short, sharp pants. She tries to focus on anything but the intense pressure, the feeling of being split open. But it's impossible. Every nerve ending is alight, every muscle taut with effort.
Jamal's hands slide under her thighs, lifting her legs higher, opening her further.
Aria’s back arches off the table, her breath turning into a broken sound as he pushes deeper. The stretch is obscene—raw, violent, *perfect*. Her tight walls fight against him at first, resisting the invasion, but then—
“That’s it,” Vance murmurs, his fingers tangling in her hair, pulling just enough to make her whimper. “Take him, Aria.”
Jamal keeps pushing, inch by brutal inch, until Aria feels the full, unimaginable length of him buried inside her. The burn is white-hot, her pussy stretched to the point of pain—then pleasure, sharp and electric, claws at her insides. She’s *full*. *Soaked*.
"As Jamal's thick cock stretches you, Aria, we're tracking his progress. Your cervix should be about here," Dr. Vance says, placing his gloved hand on her belly, just above her pubic bone. "And we're still 3 inches away. It looks like there's still a lot of Jamal's cock that still needs to enter your cunt. When his shaft is fully inside you, it will have pushed through your cervix and be 8 inches into your womb."
**Dr. Vance:** "Becky, come closer. I want you to feel the size and shape of Mr. David's penis through Aria's abdomen. It's important for you to understand the biomechanics of this interaction."
Marcus's hand replaces Becky's on the transducer as she tentatively reaches out to touch Aria's belly, feeling the thick cock moving beneath her skin.*
**Becky** (whispering, almost to herself): "God... it's... it's enormous. I can feel every ridge, every vein. It's like... it's like a heartbeat, pulsing against my hand. And Aria... she's so... so open, so vulnerable. It's... it's incredible." Her eyes are wide, her cheeks flushed, taking in every detail, her clinical demeanor momentarily replaced by awe and wonder.
**Aria** (whispering, in response to Vance's earlier line): "Dr. Vance... I can feel it... pushing against my cervix. It's so... intense."
**Dr. Vance:** "Excellent, Aria. You're doing beautifully. Now, let's see how much further we can take this. Mr. David, please continue to push gently."
*Jamal's cock slides in another inch, stretching Aria further.*
Dr. Vance:** "Look at the screen, Aria. See how your vaginal canal is stretching to accommodate Mr. David's size? It's a remarkable sight. You're taking him so well."
Vance’s words were honeyed venom, dripping into her ear as the camera zoomed in on the screen where Jamal’s cock was impaling her. His length vanished inch by inch, each increment a fresh assault on reality. Aria’s lips were stretched obscenely thin around that massive girth, translucent with strain, her lower face a mask of concentrated agony. Her fingers had clawed the paper until it shredded, her knuckles white as bone.
Marcus hovered by her side, his calm demeanor fractured for the first time. He adjusted the transducer against her belly, his gloved fingers trembling slightly as they traced the outline of Jamal’s cock pressing against her skin from within. "You’re doing incredible," he whispered, more to himself than to her, his voice rough with something that might have been awe or fear.
Aria’s breath came in fractured gasps, her chest heaving.
The unrelenting pressure of Jamal’s cock splitting her open was a brand, searing her from the inside out. She was full in a way she’d never imagined possible—every nerve ending alight, every muscle straining against the invasion. Her mind fractured between the clinical detachment of the room—the humming machines, the sterile light, the faces of the students watching with bated breath—and the raw, primal reality of her body being *used*.
Vance’s gloved hand finally shifted, fingers pressing against her clit through the thin layer of the paper drape. The latex was cold at first, a sharp contrast to the heat between her legs. Then warmth bloomed as he circled slowly, the pressure just shy of too much. Aria’s hips jerked, a broken sound tearing from her throat.
“That’s it,” Vance murmured, his voice low and approving. “Let me feel how wet you are, Aria.
It’s important for the students to understand the physiological response to such significant biomechanical challenge,” Dr. Vance said, his fingers sliding down her belly, past the glistening, stretched lips of her pussy, to the place where Jamal’s cock was about to push through her cervix. “Now, as Mr. David’s penis breaches the internal os, Aria, you should feel a distinct change in sensation. A sharp, intense pressure, followed by a sensation of fullness deep within your pelvic cavity. This is the moment when the penis enters the uterus, the muscular walls of which will contract and expand around it, a reflexive response to the presence of a foreign body.”
Jamal’s hips pushed forward, and Aria felt it—the head of his cock forcing past her cervix, a searing, relentless pressure that made her cry out. Her belly bulged slightly, the skin taut and shiny, as his thickness slid into her womb.
Aria screamed, a raw, primal sound that echoed off the sterile walls. Every muscle in her body tensed, her back arching off the table, as Jamal’s cock hit bottom, his hips flush against hers. The room seemed to hold its breath.
“Incredible,” Dr. Vance murmured, his eyes gleaming as he watched the monitor. “The fundus is displacing beautifully. You’re taking him perfectly, Aria.” His fingers, still gloved, pressed down on her belly, feeling the movement within.
Then, without warning, they shifted lower, sliding into the soaked mess of her pussy.
Aria arched off the table with a raw, keening cry, her hips jerking against Jamal’s still-impaled cock. The sudden penetration of Vance’s fingers—two at first, then three—felt like a violation layered atop violation, each knuckle a brand against her swollen, overstretched walls.
The students watched in frozen silence as Vance curled his fingers forward, dragging them through the slick, abused tissues where Derek’s and Liam’s releases still pulsed. The wet sounds were obscene—sloppy, lewd, impossible to ignore. His thumb found her clit without hesitation, pressing down in slow, deliberate circles that sent a jolt of electric pleasure-pain through her entire body.
“You’re *dripping*, Aria,” Vance murmured, his breath hot against her ear.
“All over Jamal’s cock, soaking the table. Pathetic.”
Jamal groaned, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated through them both, as Aria’s womb clenched around him in a desperate, reflexive spasm. The walls of her pussy tightened like a fist, gripping his length with a slick, greedy pull before suddenly releasing with a wet, obscene *schlick* as Vance instructed sharply, “Slowly now. Pull out until only the head remains.”
Jamal’s hips twitched in response, his body instinctively obeying the command. His gloved hand—gripped around the thick base of his cock—began to retract, inch by slow, torturous inch. Aria whimpered as she felt him slide free, the sudden emptiness almost as agonizing as the fullness had been.
Before she could protest Vance’s gloved fingers returned, plunging back inside her with the same relentless rhythm, slick with her arousal and Jamal’s cum.
The students watched, transfixed, as Vance’s wrist moved in a practiced arc—quick, deep, and merciless. His thumb never stopped circling her clit, the pressure just this side of pain. “Note the internal pressure drop as the penis retreats,” he instructed smoothly, his voice carrying across the room like a lecture hall monotone. “But the vagina compensates by contracting reflexively, creating a suction that—” He cut himself off with a low chuckle as Aria’s hips bucked. “Ah yes—just like that. Perfect pelvic floor engagement.”
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Aria’s scream began to build, a raw, primal sound that threatened to shatter the clinical calm of the room. Vance anticipated it, his voice cutting through the air like a scalpel. Chen, prepare yourself. This will be a test of your endurance and control. Aria, you’ll need to muffle your cries. Open your mouth.”
Aria, lost in the overwhelming sensation of being filled beyond reason, barely registered the command. Vance’s hand gripped her chin, turning her head. “Now, Aria. Take him in your mouth. It won’t be pleasant, but your resilience is remarkable. Your vagina can take this, and so can your mouth.”
Marcus, already unzipping, stepped forward. His cock was half-hard, responding to the scene before him. He guided it to her lips, his hand trembling slightly. “I’m sorry, Aria,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.
“I can’t—” His words were cut off as Vance’s gloved fingers fucked her, hard and relentless, while Marcus’s cock slid into her mouth. The dual invasion was too much, too sudden. Aria gagged, her eyes watering as she struggled to take him, her body convulsing with the force of Vance’s thrusts.
Marcus, lost in the moment, held fast, his cock lodged deep in her throat. The sensation was overwhelming, her body's response immediate and visceral. Her pussy clenched hard, a reflexive spasm that gripped Jamal's cock tightly, pulling him deeper as he slammed back into her, his massive length filling her womb once more. The sudden invasion, the lack of air, the relentless pressure on her G-spot—it was too much. Her body began to convulse, her hips bucking as she tried to dislodge Marcus, her pussy clenching and releasing around Jamal's cock in rapid, involuntary spasms.
Dr. Vance observed, his voice calm and detached. "Note the autonomic response, students. The body's attempt to expel the foreign object in the throat is mirrored by the vaginal walls. It's fascinating how the body seeks to protect itself, even in the most...
vivid... color. Vance’s fingers glistened, slick and unrelenting, each knuckle dragging through the swollen, abused flesh as Aria’s orgasm ruptured through her like a storm surge. Her pussy clenched so violently around Jamal’s cock that his entire length jerked inside her, and the wet, obscene flood of arousal gushed out in a thick rush, drenching Vance’s hand from wrist to thumb. The students froze, their collective attention riveted to the grotesque beauty of it—her thighs trembling, her back arching off the table as the first wave of climax tore through her, and her cunt pouring out so much that it now ran in rivulets down the crack of her ass, soaking the paper drape beneath her.
Vance didn’t pull his fingers out. Instead, he curled them deeper, pressing against the front wall of her pussy, right where her G-spot pulsed in time with her heartbeat.
Aria’s shuddering body obeyed the final order with a violence no amount of medical training could explain. Her thighs snapped together around Jamal’s waist, trapping his massive cock inside her as every muscle in her core clenched in a single, prolonged orgasm that felt like a live wire snapping through her spine. Her cunt clenched so hard around his length that Jamal groaned, his hips jerking up in a helpless upward thrust that buried him another inch deeper into her already stretched womb. His balls, heavy and full against her ass, were suddenly drenched—not just from her arousal, but from the flood that erupted from inside her, a thick, relentless gush that poured out in a rush so forceful it soaked Jamal’s entire scrotum and dripped down the crack of his ass, warm and messy onto the paper drape beneath them.
Dr. Vance’s grip tightened on Jamal’s shoulder, his voice a whipcrack of authority. David, *now*. Full length. Full speed. Demonstrate uterine displacement through the cervical os until her cervix is drawn taut around the base of your shaft. I want to see it—inches. Then paint her womb white.”
Jamal responded instantly. His hips snapped forward, burying his full eleven inches inside her in one brutal, relentless thrust. The air between them vanished. Aria’s cry was a broken, guttural sound, her body arching off the table as every inch of him shoved through her stretched cervix, her womb contracting around him in a reflexive spasm of pure shock and pleasure.
His balls—heavy, full, swinging like pendulums of satisfaction—slapped her ass with a thick, wet *crack* that echoed through the room like a second gunshot.
Jamal groaned, the sound torn from his chest as he bottomed out inside her, his hips flush against her ass, his cock buried so deep her belly already bulged with the intrusion. The wet *schlick* of his release began to pump from her stretched entrance, thick and relentless, dripping down her thighs and soaking the paper drape beneath her with a glossy sheen that caught the cold overhead light.
Dr. Vance’s gloved hand never stopped moving, his fingers still buried deep inside her pussy, curled around her G-spot as she convulsed around Jamal’s cock. “Note the depth,” he instructed coolly, his voice cutting through the haze of Aria’s sobbing breaths. “Her cervix is now flush against the glans.
The fundus is visibly expanding.” Dr. Vance’s voice was clinical, detached, as if he were lecturing on the mechanics of a car engine rather than describing the violation of a woman’s body. Aria’s mind raced like a hamster on a wheel—*This isn’t me. This isn’t happening. I’m a good girl. I don’t want this*—yet the wet slap of Jamal’s cock splitting her open again and again, the obscene gush of arousal dripping from her abused entrance, the brutal stretch of her throat as Marcus’s cock pistons in and out of her lips—all of it screamed the opposite. She *wanted* this. She *needed* this. The aching void inside her—the one she’d felt every shift since Derek’s wet heat had spilled into her the first time—was still there, still *throbbing*, still *begging* to be filled. It hadn’t lessened.
The pain, the pleasure, the raw, primal sensation of being used, of being *claimed*—it was all still there, pulsating through her like a heartbeat. Aria’s eyes fluttered open, her gaze landing on Jamal’s massive hands. They were gloved, his fingers thick and powerful. She watched, mesmerized, as they moved to her breasts, cupping the heavy, bouncing mounds. His thumbs brushed over her nipples, sending a jolt of sensation through her. Then, without warning, his hands moved, slapping her breasts back and forth, the impact sending waves of pleasure-pain through her. She gasped, her back arching off the table, her nipples throbbing as they were stretched and pulled by the latex-covered fingers.
The pain was immediate, but it was also... *pleasurable*. Aria’s breath hitched as she realized it. This was who she was. This was what she was made for.
The sensation of being filled, used, was a drug coursing through her veins, and she was addicted. Aria’s cunt dripped onto Jamal’s cock, coating his length in her arousal and their combined releases. The room was filled with the wet sounds of their bodies slapping together, the obscene symphony punctuated by her ragged moans and the students’ occasional gasps. Jamal’s massive hands gripped her hips, pulling her onto him with each thrust, his pace relentless. Aria could feel every inch of him, the stretch exquisite, the pressure building inside her with each snap of his hips.
She was drowning in it, her body trembling between two ruinous pleasures—one from the cock buried so deep in her cunt it had pushed past her cervix into the womb itself, the other from the wet, insistent tongue lashing at her clit.
Becky’s tongue flicked across her swollen clit, quick and merciless, before she began to flatten it and lash it back and forth, rapid and deliberate. The tiny med student’s head was buried between Aria’s thighs, her round ass lifted in the air, her pants pooled around her ankles and her panties pushed aside, her slit glistening with arousal. She moaned into Aria’s flesh, her breath hot and desperate, her tongue moving with a fierce, hungry rhythm that sent jolts of electric pleasure through every nerve ending.
Vance watched it all with a slow, deliberate smile, his gloved hand wrapping around his cock.
He abandoned his earlier detachment and strode towards Becky, who watched with parted lips and widened eyes as he positioned himself between her thighs, now bared for him beneath the flickering overhead light.
He applied a generous amount of lubrication gel to his shaft, the clear gel glistening under the sterile lights. His fingers—still stained with Aria’s arousal—spread the cold gel over his thick length as he stepped closer to the trembling med student. “Note the capillary engorgement of the labia,” he murmured, his voice dropping into a low, clinical purr as he guided himself to her entrance, “and observe the parasympathetic dilation as I prepare for penetration.”
Becky’s breath hitched, her medical training warring with the primal instinct to flee—or spread wider. Her thighs trembled slightly as Vance lined himself up, his glans already glistening with pre-cum.
Becky's eyes fluttered closed, her breath hitching as she braced herself. "Relax, Becky," Vance murmured, his voice a low, soothing rumble. "You can take this."
Aria, lost in her own pleasure, heard the moan and turned her head, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of Becky's tiny entrance slowly being stretched by Vance's massive cock. Her pussy clenched around Jamal's length at the sight, another wave of arousal crashing over her. She moaned, the sound muffled by Marcus's cock in her mouth, her body convulsing as she came again, her pussy pulsing around Jamal's cock.
Jamal groaned, his hips jerking forward as Aria's orgasm triggered his own. He buried himself deep inside her, his cock throbbing as he released all of his seed into her womb. "Bite down, Aria," he grunted, his hands gripping her hips tightly.
"Here it comes." Aria's eyes widened, her body tensing as Jamal's cock pulsed deep inside her, his release flooding her cerix hard. She felt it, a hot, thick rush that pushed past her cerix and into her womb, filling her so completely that it began to leak out around his length, dripping down her thighs and onto the table below. The sensation was overwhelming, her body convulsing as she was filled beyond reason. Aria’s pussy spasmed around Jamal’s spent cock, her walls clenching in frantic, rhythmic waves that milked the last of his release from him. A thick gush of their combined arousal flooded out around his shaft, dripping down her thighs in glistening ribbons, soaking the paper drape beneath her until it clung wetly to her skin. Jamal groaned, his hips twitching as her climax milked him dry, her fluttering walls still trying to suck him back in even as he pulled out. His ruined gloves - stretched thin and glossy with lube - dug into her thighs, smearing slickness across her trembling skin. His thick cock dragged free with a filthy, wet sound, her slit clinging desperately before (g)aping open, his cum immediately oozing out in thick strands down her thighs. The ultrasound gel made it worse, stretching in sticky strings between his shaft and her puffy, overused lips, her hole visibly pulsing around nothing. Aria whimpered, back arching as his gloved thumb brushed her clit - once, twice - a final cruel tease that sent a fresh gush of their mixed release soaking the paper drape beneath her. The stain spreading further with every shallow throb of her cunt. Jamal peeled off his gloves with a snap, the used latex clinging to his fingers for a second before he tossed them onto Aria’s glistening belly as he moved off.
Dr. Vance’s voice sliced through the haze of post-coital wreckage, loud and deliberate. “Observe the relaxation phase - note the gradual reduction in internal pressure as the penis withdraws." she couldn’t quite explain.
Becky’s tiny pussy screamed as Vance slammed inside her. The sound was a sharp, broken cry that echoed off the sterile walls, raw and primal, her body arching off the exam table as the first brutal inch of his cock split her open. Her medical training shattered in an instant, replaced by pure sensation—the stretch, the burn, the obscene fullness of being invaded by eleven inches of thick, veined meat. She could *feel* it pushing past her cervix, stretching her womb in ways no textbook had ever described. Her thighs trembled uncontrollably, her toes curling against the paper drape as Vance bottomed out inside her with a wet, obscene *thud* that made her entire body jerk.
"Aria," he murmured, his voice low and commanding, "observe the difference in my cock. It's harder now, isn't it? That's because I'm inside Becky. Her pussy is tight, but it's no match for the tightness of an asshole. Yours, specifically." His hips rolled, his cock sliding through Becky's slick folds, making her gasp. "Now, Marcus, I want you to fuck Becky. Make me stay hard. Aria, watch closely. See how my cock changes as I prepare to fuck your ass."
Vance's voice was a low, dark rumble, his gloved hand stroking his length, now visibly thicker and harder than it had been moments before. Aria's eyes widened, her breath hitching as she watched, her pussy still dripping from the relentless fucking she'd taken.
"Dr. Vance," she started, her voice barely above a whisper, "I... I don't know if I can—"
"Oh, you can, Aria," he cut her off, his voice firm. "Your body was made for this. You've taken so much already—Jamal's massive cock, Becky's tongue, my fingers. Your ass is next."
Aria's breath caught, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked at him, his silver hair, his commanding presence, and the thick, glistening cock in his hand. She knew she should say no, should protest, but the words wouldn't come.
Instead, she found herself nodding, her eyes locked with Vance's. "Alright," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I'll do it."
Vance's lips curved into a slow, satisfied smile. "Good girl," he murmured, lying back on the exam table, his cock standing tall and proud. "Students, assist her. Make sure she's supported."
Jamal and Liam stepped forward, their hands gentle yet firm as they guided Aria to straddle Vance. Her breath hitched as she felt the head of his cock press against her asshole, the tight ring of muscle clenching instinctively in protest.
"You can do this, Aria," Vance said, his voice low and soothing. "Just relax and push out. Let me in."
Aria took a deep breath, her eyes fluttering closed as she did as he said.
She felt the pressure build in her ass, the tight ring of muscle stretching as she pushed out, and then, with a sudden pop, the head of Vance's cock slid inside her. She gasped, her body tensing at the unexpected invasion, but Vance's hands on her hips were steady and sure, guiding her down as he began to move, his hips lifting off the table to meet her.
Behind her, Marcus moved into position, his hands gripping Becky's hips as he lined himself up with her entrance. She was still leaning over the table, her eyes fixed on the sight of Aria's asshole being stretched around Vance's shaft. Marcus could see the concentration in her gaze, the way her breath hitched as Aria took another inch, and he felt a surge of desire at the sight. He guided himself to her entrance, feeling the slick heat of her pussy, and began to push inside.
Aria gasped, her eyes flying open, her fingers digging into his chest. "Oh God," she whimpered, her breath coming in short, sharp pants. "It's too much. It's too big." But even as she said it, she could feel her body stretching to accommodate him, her muscles relaxing as they adapted to the invasion. "I never thought... I never imagined...
I never thought I could take so much." Her voice was a ragged whisper, her eyes wide and glazed with a mix of pleasure and pain.
Vance's gloved hands, tightened on her hips, his voice a low growl. "You're taking it, Aria. You're taking every inch." His hips lifted, driving another inch of his cock into her ass, and Aria's back arched, a cry tearing from her throat. She felt his hands shift, moving to her tits, his gloved fingers finding her nipples and pinching hard. Aria gasped, her hips jerking as a jolt of pleasure-pain shot through her. Behind her, Jamal's hands, clad in fresh gloves, joined Vance's, his massive palms cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples in slow, torturous circles. Aria's breath hitched, her body tensing as the dual assault on her senses sent a fresh wave of arousal crashing through her.
Vance's cock, thick and unyielding, slammed into her ass with a force that made her cry out in a language she didn't know but now spoke. The room spun, the cold lights above blurring into a kaleidoscope of white as her body struggled to accommodate the relentless invasion. She could feel every inch of Vance's cock, the stretch exquisite, the pressure building inside her with each brutal thrust. His hands, still gloved, gripped her hips with a fierce intensity, pulling her down onto him as he pistoned into her, his pace relentless.
Marcus, feeling Aria's sudden tension, looked up to see Vance's face contorted in concentration, his hips snapping forward with a force that made the exam table creak. "Fuck, she's tight," Vance grunted. He slams Aria all the way down his shaft, her petite completely filled with his cock, and holds her there. Markus, it's finally your turn to fuck Aria's pussy...
**Chapter 2**
*(Continued)*
Marcus pulled his glistening cock from Becky’s abused pussy with a wet, obscene *pop*, his shaft dripping with her arousal and his own faint release. The tiny med student whimpered, her thighs trembling as she collapsed onto the exam table, her body spent from Vance’s brutal fucking. Without hesitation, Marcus wiped his length with a sterile gauze, his breath quickening as he climbed onto the table beside Aria, his eyes locked on the obscene sight before him.
Aria’s entire lower body was a mess of contradictions—her pussy swollen and dripping above the thick cock stuffed in her asshole, her thighs trembling as Vance’s gloved grip on her hips held her spread wide. The wet sound of him fucking her ass echoed through the room, a relentless, obscene rhythm that made her whimper. Beside her, Marcus positioned himself between her thighs, his shorter frame fitting neatly between her splayed legs.
His cock, already slick from Becky's pussy, nudged at her entrance, and Aria moaned, her body arching as she felt the heat of him against her swollen, abused flesh. "Please," she begged, her voice ragged, "fill me, Marcus. I need to feel you inside me." Her hands reached for him, her fingers wrapping around his shaft, guiding him to her entrance.
Marcus responded with a soft groan, his fingers intertwining with hers as he aligned himself with her dripping slit. The wet, obscene slide of his cock against her swollen folds sent another jolt of pleasure-pain through her. Aria screamed as Marcus' cock split her open, the sound raw and primal, her body arching off the table as the sudden fullness overwhelmed her.
Her thighs trembled uncontrollably, her toes curling against the paper drape beneath her as Marcus' thick length forged a path through her abused tissues. The sensation was overwhelming—every nerve ending alight with the stretch, the burn, the obscene fullness of being claimed by another cock so soon after Vance's brutal invasion of her ass.
Aria’s pussy clamped down around Marcus’s length, her walls fluttering as she tried to adjust, tried to *breathe*, but there was no space left inside her, no room for anything but the relentless pressure building with every inch he forced forward. Her pelvis bulged obscenely between them—Vance’s thick cock buried in her ass, Marcus’s shaft splitting her pussy open from the front—two invading forces working in unison, their combined girth making her feel like she was being pulled apart at the seams. She could feel the sharp edge of their thrusts through the thin barrier of stretched tissue between her cunt and ass, the pressure so intense it bordered on pain, yet her body responded with a traitorous rush of arousal that dripped down her inner thighs in thick, glossy strands.
Her back arched violently, her spine a bowstring pulled taut between Vance’s brutal possession of her ass and Marcus’s relentless invasion of her pussy—two cocks splitting her open, filling her until she felt like she might split in half.
“Fuck—!” Aria’s scream tore through the room, raw and guttural, her voice cracking as her body struggled to process the obscene fullness. Her fingers clawed at the exam table, the paper beneath her damp and tearing under her grip, her knuckles white with strain.
Aria gasped, her eyes flying open, her gaze locked on the sight of Derek and Liam's cocks, each loosely wrapped in a lube covered latex glove, pressing into her palms. She felt their lengths pulse, hot and heavy, as she wrapped her fingers around them, her grip instinctive and tight. Her hands moved, her fingers ravenously stroking their cocks, smooth, sterile, warm - home...her eyes rolled back as she stroked in time with the relentless thrusts of Vance and Marcus inside her.
Jamal, his massive cock still glistening with Aria's arousal, stepped forward, his hand wrapping around his shaft. He was only semi-hard, but the sight of Aria's mouth, open and gasping around Marcus's cock, was enough to send a jolt of desire through him. He began to slap his cock against her tongue, her cheeks, her lips, the wet, obscene sound filling the air between them.
"Note the increased vascularity of the oral mucosa," he said, his voice calm and detached, "and the engorgement of the clitoris—both signs of heightened arousal." Becky's hands, slick with lube and Aria's arousal, found Aria's bouncing titties, her fingers pinching and rolling the hard nipples as Aria's body convulsed around Vance's cock. "The nipples are erect, the areolae dilated," Vance continued, his hips pistoning forward, his gloved fingers gripping Aria's hips hard enough to leave bruises.
The thick, veined shafts of Vance and Marcus pistoned in and out of her holes, their cocks so deep inside her that she could feel the ridges of their veins dragging through her stretched walls, each thrust sending a fresh wave of sensation crashing over her—release, pleasure, pain, all tangled together in a knot of pure, unhinged pleasure.
Vance’s gloved fingers tightened on her hips, his hips snapping up as he fucked her ass in sharp, relentless thrusts, his voice a low, commanding growl in her ear. “That’s it, Aria. Take us both.
Swallow around me—use that pretty throat like a good fucking girl.”
Aria whimpered around Marcus’s cock, her throat fluttering in obedience, her eyes watering as she took him deeper. The dual invasion—Marcus’s length stretching her cunt from the front, Vance’s thick shaft buried to the hilt in her ass—was beyond bearing. She could *feel* them both moving inside her, their cocks separated only by the thinnest barrier of flesh that was rapidly becoming useless against their combined girth.
Jamal’s massive hands grabbed her ankles, lifting and spreading her wider, his thumbs pressing into the sensitive flesh behind her knees.
She could see the hunger in his eyes, the way his gaze raked over her body, taking in the obscene sight of her pussy and ass stretched around two thick cocks. His tongue darted out, wetting his lips as he watched her, his hand moving faster on his shaft.
“Please,” Aria whimpered, her voice ragged, “please, Liam, I need you too. I need to feel you inside me.”
Liam’s breath hitched, his eyes darkening with desire. He moved closer, his hand guiding his cock to her entrance, already slick with her arousal and Marcus’s pre-cum. Aria could feel the heat of him, the thick head of his cock pressing against her, and she moaned, her body arching as he began to push inside.
“Fuck, she’s so tight,” Liam groaned, his fingers digging into her thighs as he struggled to fit himself inside her already stuffed pussy.
Aria whimpered, her body tensing as she felt the thick head of his cock splitting her open, stretching her already abused tissues even further.
Liam’s hands, slick with lube and Aria’s own arousal, gripped her thighs, his fingers digging into her flesh as he began to push inside, his pace relentless, his cock harder than she’d ever felt it.
“Fuck, Aria,” he groaned, his voice strained, “you’re so fucking tight. I can feel you stretching around me. I can feel Marcus and Vance inside you, too. Jesus, you’re taking us all so well.” His hips snapped forward, his cock driving deeper with each thrust, the wet, obscene sound of his invasion filling the air between them. Aria could feel every inch of him, the stretch exquisite, the pressure building inside her with each brutal thrust.
Liam's balls slapped against her dripping pussy, the wet, obscene sound filling the air between them, punctuated by her ragged moans and the wet smack of flesh on flesh.
Jamal's cock swung forward like a pendulum, the heavy weight slapping Aria's face with a wet *thwack* that jerked her head to the side, leaving a glistening streak of pre-cum and saliva across her cheek.
Aria gasped, her eyes watering from the sudden impact, her mouth falling open in surprise. The taste of him—salt and musk and something primal—filled her senses, and she instinctively turned to capture him between her lips, her tongue swirling around the thick head as it dragged across her face. The motion sent a fresh gush of arousal dripping from her stretched pussy, coating Liam's cock in her slick heat as he pistoned in and out of her in relentless tandem with Vance's brutal thrusts into her ass.
Vance's gloved fingers tightened on her hips, his voice a low, commanding growl as he fucked her ass with sharp, punishing thrusts.
"That's it, Aria. Take us all. Show Jamal how well you can suck cock while we fill your holes."
Aria's eyes fluttered open, her gaze locked onto Jamal's massive cock swinging towards her face, the thick head glistening with pre-cum. She parted her lips, her tongue darting out to taste him, but she was too slow. Jamal's cock slammed into her mouth, splitting her lips open, his thick length stretching her jaw wide as he buried himself deep in her throat.
Aria gagged, her eyes watering, but her body responded with a fresh gush of arousal, coating Liam's cock in her slick heat as he pistoned in and out of her in relentless tandem with Vance's brutal thrusts into her ass.
The sensation of two thick, veined cocks seesawing in and out of her pussy at the exact same moment was something she'd never imagined could exist outside of her most depraved fantasies—and yet now it was happening, and it was *perfect*.
The stretch was indescribable, the pressure sublime, and the obscene wet sounds of their combined invasions filled the sterile room as two thick cocks sawed in and out of her pussy together—Liam's length gliding against Vance's through the thin barrier of stretched tissue between them.
Jamal's cock jumped against her face as she jerked him off with her free hand, the thick head already leaking pre-cum that she smeared over his shaft with frantic strokes. Her fingers trembled against his skin, sensitive from the relentless face fucking, but she couldn't stop—couldn't *breathe* as another cock forced its way past her lips.
Then it happened. Aria's pussy clenched down in a violent, involuntary spasm, milking both cocks inside her with frantic, rhythmic pulses that drew a ragged groan from Liam and a guttural hiss from Vance. Each flutter of her inner walls dragged against the dual invasion—Marcus’s thick length buried in her cunt, Vance’s brutal cock stretching her ass—amplifying every ridge, every vein, every single thrust into a rolling, overwhelming tide of sensation.
The exam table creaked beneath them, the sterile drape beneath her hips now dark with their combined arousal, the air thick with the musk of sex and sweat. Vance’s gloved fingers dug into her hips, his thrusts turning erratic as Aria’s pussy clenched around Marcus in relentless waves, her walls fluttering in time with his desperate gasps.
"Fuck, Aria, I’m gonna—" Marcus’s voice broke off in a ragged groan, his cock twitching deep inside her as he spilled his load, his hot cum shooting in thick ropes against her cervix, filling her womb. Aria moaned, her body convulsing as she felt the heat of him, her own orgasm crashing over her in a blinding wave, her pussy pulsing around his shaft as it throbbed and jerked inside her.
Marcus’s release triggered something primal in Vance, his cock swelling inside Aria’s ass as he grunted, his hips slamming forward one last time. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he chanted, his voice low and guttural as he came, his hot cum mixing with Marcus’s inside her. Aria could feel it, the thick, wet rush of their combined releases flooding her, leaking out around Vance’s shaft and dripping down her thighs in glistening ribbons.
She whimpered, her body still convulsing with aftershocks, as Marcus’s cock slipped from her pussy with a wet, obscene *pop*. She could see it, the thick, white cum coating his length, and she knew there was more—so much more—inside her, filling her, overflowing her.
Vance, his voice ragged, said, "Two loads down, three to go. Aria, you're doing beautifully.
Now, let's get you on your feet. I want you bent over the table, your ass and pussy both exposed and ready for the remaining students." Dr. Vance's voice was calm, commanding, as he guided Aria into position. She whimpered, her body still trembling from the dual release of Marcus and Vance, but she did as she was told, her hands gripping the edge of the exam table, her legs spread wide, her ass and pussy both on full display.
Liam and Derek, their cocks already hard again, moved to stand in front of her, their eyes locked onto her mouth, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. They took turns, their hips snapping forward as they fucked her mouth, sometimes both cocks pushing past her lips at the same time, making her gag and choke, her eyes watering.
Vance, ever the teacher, commented on the changes in her oral mucosa, the dilation of her pupils, the increased vascularity of her skin. He'd slap an ass cheek, dip a finger into her asshole, or pinch a nipple, each touch sending a jolt of sensation through her, making her moan around the cocks in her mouth.
Jamal's cock slid in to split her pussy once again, his pace full and eager, ready to fill her up. Vance, walking from point to point, paused at her side, his gloved hand reaching out to slap her ass cheek, making her yelp around the cock in her mouth. "Note the increased muscle tension in the gluteals," he commented, his fingers trailing down to her pussy, where Jamal's thick shaft was pistoning in and out.
His gloved thumb circled the tight ring of her asshole—just a slow, teasing press that made her breath hitch and her thighs trembled around his probing finger.
The sensation was unbearable—Vance’s fingertip pressing against her most forbidden hole while Jamal’s cock stretched her pussy to capacity. She whimpered around the cocks in her mouth, her body struggling to process the dual invasion. Vance’s finger circled with purpose, the wet sound of her arousal mixing with the obscene squelch of Jamal’s thrusts, until with a slow, deliberate push, he breached her tightest entrance.
"Aria's anal muscles are contracting beautifully now," Vance observed clinically as the first inch of his gloved finger slid inside her ass. She gasped, her body jerking, her mouth falling open around Liam’s cock as the new stretch sent a fresh wave of pleasure-pain surging through her.
Liam’s thick head lodged at the back of her throat, muffling her moan as he held himself there, his fingers tangling in her hair to hold her in place while he fed her every inch of his shaft.
Vance’s gloved finger twisted inside her ass, stretching her open just enough to make her cry out around Liam’s cock, the obscene wet sound echoing through the sterile room. Aria’s thighs trembled, her body still struggling to adjust to the relentless dual invasion—Liam’s length buried to the hilt in her throat, Jamal’s thick cock pistoning in and out of her dripping pussy, and Vance’s finger working her ass in slow, deliberate circles. The paper under her hips was now soaked through with arousal, the cold exam table biting into her skin as her body arched and writhed.
Liam’s hips snapped forward, his cock jerking in her throat as he groaned, his release already building.
"Not yet, Liam," Vance said, his voice firm. "Jamal needs to finish in her pussy first. We all do. That's the plan, remember?" Liam nodded, his breath hitching as he pulled back, his cock slipping from Aria's mouth with a wet *pop*. Aria whimpered, her body still trembling from the dual invasion, but she could feel it—Jamal's pace quickening, his cock swelling inside her as he neared his own release. His massive hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he slammed into her with increasing force, his balls slapping against her with each brutal thrust. "Fuck, Aria," he groaned, his voice ragged, "you feel so fucking good. I'm gonna come.
And you're gonna listen to me while I fuck her pussy like the desperate little slut she is."
Jamal's massive frame loomed over Aria, his thick cock already buried balls-deep between her slick thighs. Vance's voice cut through the haze of pleasure, sharp and commanding.
"Fuck her harder, Jamal. Show me that ass bounce when you split her open."
Jamal's hands gripped Aria's hips with bruising force, his dark eyes burning with lust as he obeyed. His first brutal thrust made the exam table groan beneath them, the paper drape tearing further under the strain. Aria screamed around Liam's still-buried cock, her throat fluttering uncontrollably as Jamal's thick shaft pistoned in and out of her dripping pussy. Each snap of his hips sent a fresh gush of arousal dripping down her inner thighs, coating his massive length in glistening strands.
Aria's back arched, her fingers clawing at the exam table as she struggled to hold on, her body stretched to its limit. "Oh God, Jamal," she gasped around Liam's cock, "you're so big. You're splitting me open."
Vance, watching from the side, nodded approvingly. Take his cock like a good girl. Show us all how well you can be used." His gloved hand reached out, his fingers trailing down her spine, making her shiver. "And remember, keep breathing.
"Fuck, she's so tight," Jamal groaned, his massive hands gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he began to move. Aria gasped, her body arching as she felt him, thick and hot, sliding through her swollen tissues, his pace relentless, his cock already pulsing with the first waves of his release.
"Fuck, Aria," Jamal groaned, his voice a deep rumble, "I'm coming. I'm coming inside you." His massive hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he slammed into her one last time, his cock throbbing deep inside her as he spilled his load, his hot cum shooting in thick ropes against her cervix, filling her womb.
The sensation of Jamal's release sent a fresh wave of pleasure crashing over Aria, her own orgasm ripping through her, her pussy pulsing around his shaft as it jerked and throbbed inside her. She moaned, her body convulsing, her fingers clawing at the exam table as she rode out the intense waves of pleasure. Behind her, Jamal's massive frame collapsed against her back, his breath ragged, his cock still buried deep inside her as he emptied the last of his cum into her dripping pussy.
Aria's walls clenched around him involuntarily, her body trembling as fresh arousal cascaded down her thighs in thick, glistening ropes that splattered against the torn paper drape beneath her.
The wet sound of her release filled the room, mingling with Jamal's low groan of satisfaction. Before the last drop could drip from her entrance, Derek stepped forward, his eager cock already slick with lube and her arousal. His hands gripped her hips, his thumbs spreading her cheeks wide as he lined himself up with her dripping slit.
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