Fingers pry down the thin straps. Massive tits spill free right there on the exam chair, pale skin flushing as the doc palms them both — kneading slow, then firm. Brunette with dark ponytail bites her lip, eyes half-lidded in the plain white room. He cups from below, lifts those heavy globes, thumbs circling stiff peaks. She shifts, legs parting slightly under the table — tension building fast. No stethoscope needed when the real check-up means full access to every soft curve. Pinned in place, tits mashed together now, overflowing his grip. Breath hitches. Table edge digs into her thighs —