
Apollo Banks and Vanessa Vega sit fidgeting in the exam room. Arabelle Raphael walks in, shakes their hands, and drops that she's the doc today. When Apollo blurts out that Vanessa started "leaking" during foreplay, Arabelle chuckles and spreads her arms like it’s the most obvious thing. She calls it what it is: squirting, or orgasmic transurethral expulsion if you want the clinical label. Nothing broken, nothing harmful—just a few women’s jackpot reflex. Vanessa and Apollo keep firing nervous questions. Arabelle reads the panic and offers them a private crash course. "Stay here. I’ll guide the two of you through it right now," she says, already peeling off her coat. Apollo’s eyebrows shoot up, Vanessa’s jaw drops, but the couple trades one hungry glance and climbs aboard. Lesson one starts when the door clicks shut.
Apollo Banks and Vanessa Vega sit fidgeting in the exam room. Arabelle Raphael walks in, shakes their hands, and drops that she's the doc today. When Apollo blurts out that Vanessa started "leaking" during foreplay, Arabelle chuckles and spreads her arms like it’s the most obvious thing. She calls it what it is: squirting, or orgasmic transurethral expulsion if you want the clinical label. Nothing broken, nothing harmful—just a few women’s jackpot reflex. Vanessa and Apollo keep firing nervous questions. Arabelle reads the panic and offers them a private crash course. "Stay here. I’ll guide the two of you through it right now," she says, already peeling off her coat. Apollo’s eyebrows shoot up, Vanessa’s jaw drops, but the couple trades one hungry glance and climbs aboard. Lesson one starts when the door clicks shut.