She knew someone was watching. Blonde with tits like melons and a body that screams ‘don’t ask’ leans back on the exam table, legs spread just enough for the stethoscope to tease but not touch. Pretends to listen through the earpieces while her husband—no, their husband—presses his cock against her thigh from behind. When one of those doctors turns around? She bites her lip so hard it hurts. Then he pulls down his pants slow, like this is some kind of sick initiation rite. Her eyes dart between him and the door as he lines himself up right where no one should be looking. First thrust has her gasping into the stethoscope; second makes it clatter onto the floor.
