Rosaly sat perched on the edge of the examination table, her medical student scrubs slightly rumpled from nerves, her face flushed as she met Dr. Volkov's sharp gaze. "Dr. Volkov, I... I need to ask something personal," she said, voice soft but determined. "I've never been able to make myself cum. How do I do it? Exactly how?"

Alex leaned back against the desk, his tall frame commanding the small room, eyes locked on hers with clinical intensity that quickly turned heated. "You start by getting comfortable, legs spread wide," he instructed in a low, precise tone. "Use two fingers to part your pussy lips and expose your clit. Rub it in slow circles at first, firm but not too hard—press down and circle around the hood, feeling how it swells under your touch. Once it's slick with your wetness, slide those fingers lower and push one, then two, into your cunt. Curl them upward toward your belly, stroking that spongy spot inside while your thumb keeps working your clit. Pump them in and out, building rhythm, scissoring to stretch your tight walls, listening to the wet sounds your pussy makes as you fuck yourself deeper."

Her breath hitched, thighs pressing together instinctively. "Could you... show me? Make me cum?" she asked, the words tumbling out before she could second-guess them.

Without hesitation, Alex stood and stepped between her knees, his hands sliding up her thighs to tug her scrubs and panties down in one smooth motion. He exposed her bare pussy, already glistening, and ran his thumb through her folds, spreading the slickness. "Watch," he murmured, voice roughening as he rubbed her clit in tight, deliberate circles, the pad of his finger gliding over the sensitive nub until it throbbed visibly. He dipped lower, easing two thick fingers into her cunt, the penetration slow and stretching, her inner muscles clenching hot and wet around the intrusion. "Feel that? I'm curling them right here," he said, demonstrating the firm press against her G-spot while his thumb circled her clit faster, the wet squelching sounds filling the room with each thrust.

Rosaly moaned, hips rocking into his hand as he pumped deeper, fingers burying to the knuckles, twisting and scissoring to open her further. "That's it, your cunt's getting so fucking soaked," he growled, increasing the pace, his digits plunging in and out with steady force, the heel of his palm grinding against her clit on every stroke. Her juices coated his hand, dripping down as she gasped and trembled, walls fluttering tighter. "Cum for me now—squeeze around my fingers like you're milking them." Her orgasm hit hard, pussy pulsing and gushing around his thrusting digits, a sharp cry escaping as waves of pleasure radiated through her, his fingers never slowing until her thighs shook and she slumped back, panting.

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