Diagnosis Squirter

Dr. Serene Siren walks into the exam room and finds Kenzie Reeves already on the table, fidgeting. The doc says sorry for the wait, then asks what the problem is. Kenzie clams up, staring at the floor like it might save her. Finally she blurts that something’s “off down there” and she needs Serene to check, but her cheeks flush dark. Clothes off, legs wide, and Kenzie’s still hiding her face. Serene moves in, fingers tracing the wet folds. Kenzie jerks at the lightest touch, sucking air like every brush might undo her. Her breathing sharpens, stomach twitching, and Serene hums at the obvious buildup. When the doc leans in for a better view, Kenzie’s body snaps—hot spray bursts straight across Serene’s surprised face. Dr. Siren wipes her eyes, chuckles once, tells the mortified girl it’s just squirting, nothing to stress. Peeling off her soaked shirt, Serene goes in again, sliding two fingers deep. Kenzie spasms, jets a second gush that splatters the doc’s chest. Serene doesn’t miss a beat; she drops her tongue to the swollen clit and latches on. Girl’s in for the full physical now.