I canât stop thinking about gyno Langdon like yes tell me Iâm doing so good while you feel my insides
he has two fingers inside you and has the gall to look up at you all innocently when you squirm and tighten up, "you okay? feeling any pain?"
and you just shake your head, all flushed n embarrassed n avoiding eye contact because you think you might come right there on the gurney if you meet his bright blue eyes where they watch you from between your legs. "sorry, dr. langdon," you fidget nervously with the hem of your skirt he asked you to hold for him. "just nervous, I suppose."
he smiles, the picture of warm compassion, and nods understandingly. "I get that. nothing to be nervous about though, I could do this with my eyes closed." his thumb caresses at you inner thigh - the ghost of a touch you think you might be imagining. "we'll take good care of you, alright?"
you nod and he tilts his head, smile a little more knowing. "yeah?"
you're sure the thumb on your clit has a necessary medical purpose.