Straps tighten around her ankles as the silver-haired woman arches into the exam table. Gloved fingers work deep while another hand rubs her clit in tight circles, her belly trembling with every pulse. The red floral gown flutters open, exposing heavy tits that rise and fall with her ragged breaths. Her spine curves hard against the paper-covered pad, hips lifting off the stirrups as the climax rips through her. No mercy in the rhythm now, just raw need driving each stroke until her toes curl and her mouth falls open in a silent scream.