Amnesia patient Isabel Love embarrassing orgasms at the gynecologist

The sterile lights of the gynecologist’s office buzzed over Isabel Love as she lay spread-eagled on the examination table, her brain still foggy from the amnesia that had kept her in a haze for weeks. The doctor, with a stern face and cold hands, had just finished a routine check-up but his eyes lingered on her exposed pussy, glistening with her arousal. He knew she couldn’t remember anything, not even her own name before the accident, but her body remembered every filthy desire. He slid the Hitachi Magic Wand vibrator from his drawer, its sleek black surface a stark contrast to the white of his lab coat. “Let’s see how responsive you are, Isabel,” he murmured, turning it on and pressing it against her clit. The vibrations rippled through her, making her hips jerk and her breath hitch. He watched her face contort in a mix of pain and pleasure, her moans filling the room as he moved the wand in slow, deliberate circles. Her legs started to shake, and she gripped the sides of the table, her knuckles white. The doctor’s eyes never left her pussy, watching as it pulsed and throbbed with each wave of her orgasm. He pushed the wand harder, making her scream out, her body convulsing as she came again and again, her juices dripping down the table. The room filled with the scent of her arousal and the sound of her ragged breaths, a symphony of medical perversion playing out in the sterile office.