Diagnosis Squirter

Dr. Serene walks in late, finds Kenzie already fidgeting on the table. She says sorry, asks what the problem is, but Kenzie clams up, cheeks red, dodging every question. Finally the blonde blurts that something’s wrong “down there” and practically begs for an exam without naming it. Serene tells her to strip and climb on. Kenzie shimmies out of everything, drops onto her back, spreads shaky legs. The doc snaps on gloves, gets right in. The second fingers graze Kenzie’s slit she jerks like she’s been zapped. Soft prods make her gasp, heavier pressure makes her hips buck. Serene clocks it, murmurs, “Interesting,” and leans in for a better look. That’s when Kenzie explodes. A thick arc of clear juice sprays straight into Serene’s face. The doctor blinks, wipes her chin, then calmly explains that squirting is normal. Kenzie hides behind her hands. Serene peels off her soaked shirt, tits bare, and dives back between those trembling thighs. Two slick fingers slide inside while her tongue circles the swollen clit. Another gush erupts, drenching Serene’s chest. She doesn’t stop; instead she doubles down, sucking harder, curling her fingers, chasing every fresh, messy burst like she’s trying to empty the whole girl out.