"Hi, I'm Dr. Rochelle Walensky, Director of the CDC and a former professor of medicine at Harvard Medical School. I'm here to talk to you about the best way to take your temperature."
Under normal conditions, Rochelle would wear a labcoat, a conservative dress, earrings and other jewelry, trappings of a professional woman in her field. Today she wore nothing. Staring into the camera, she exposed her naked body with a strange clinical tone at odds with her shapely tits and hairy bush. These videos needed a draw. Something to get people talking, sharing them on social media where everyone could see. This was it. Even as it sapped respect from her rank, Rochelle smiled and addressed her audience with the confidence of someone willing to spread more than just her message.
"There are a lot of thermometers on the market. Oral thermometers, ear thermometers, forehead thermometers. But if you want a truly accurate reading, you're going to want a rectal thermometer."
She hopped onto the table behind her. The reflective metal slab chilled to the touch, moreso when she slid herself lengthwise, stretching to the camera's width and slowly lying down. She jerked upwards slightly when her dark hard nipples felt that biting cold on their tips. Careful not to ruin her appeal, the 52-year-old crossed her arms in front of her and left enough of a gap to show what really mattered. A shiver caught in her as she warmed the slab with her boobs. Her knees tucked under her belly to raise her back end higher. Turning her head, she continued.
"For best results, you want someone else to do it for you. They have a better view than you ever will and can make sure it goes in all the way."
On cue, a doctor emerged from the side. Face above the camera's range. Their identity meant less than their role. Rubber gloves snapped to fit on each hand. Then, they reached over and produced the new star of the show. It was huge. Large as a wrist. A detail Rochelle was ready to handle while the doctor prepared.
"Your normal rectal thermometer is much, much smaller, but you'll understand if we need to go bigger to demonstrate. Now before it's inserted, you'll want to make sure it's lubricated with petroleum jelly or some other type of lubricant."
Behind her, the doctor applied that lube fully before spinning the slab around. There Rochelle was, ass to the camera, as she parted it to reveal her tight sphincter. Then just as quickly, the doctor jammed the thermometer right in. She winced and shuddered, gripping the edge of the slab while grunting through the agony of it sliding by slow inches into place.
"Don't worry if it feels uncomfortable. Your goal is to get an accurate reading. Once it's in, stay good and clenched to keep it there for at least one minute."
She demonstrated good form by squeezing. Those muscles held firm, only slightly wiggling the rod around her cheeks. If this were a normal video, it would cut time. This video lingered. Each and every second passed to give a real sense of how long to expect this process to take. And, of course, to pad how long her viewers got to see this esteemed doctor make a literal ass of herself. Most people might have tuned out by the final mark, but those who stuck with it had one last thrill to savor when the thermometer went off.
By vibrating. Clenching tighter to keep it from falling out, Rochelle bit her lower lip while trying to resist those tremors reaching down to her weak pussy.
"Wh-when it's done, you want to wait for the other person to see the reading before removing it. You might l-lose some of the heat once it's removed."
Cue... nothing. The doctor never returned. Instead, Dr. Rochelle Walensky, one of the greatest medical minds in the country, remained on display for everyone to witness her momentous buttfuck from a thermometer.
"S-someone? Please? I don't want to- OH!"
The thermometer picked up its pace, along with her moans, which rapidly drowned out the buzzing. Those lucky souls who watched from start to finish just might get to enjoy one more sight of the good doctor cumming her brains out.
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Rochelle Walensky, Educated Ass
"Hi, I'm Dr. Rochelle Walensky, Director of the CDC and a former professor of medicine at Harvard Medical School. I'm here to talk to you about the best way to take your temperature."
Under normal conditions, Rochelle would wear a labcoat, a conservative dress, earrings and other jewelry, trappings of a professional woman in her field. Today she wore nothing. Staring into the camera, she exposed her naked body with a strange clinical tone at odds with her shapely tits and hairy bush. These videos needed a draw. Something to get people talking, sharing them on social media where everyone could see. This was it. Even as it sapped respect from her rank, Rochelle smiled and addressed her audience with the confidence of someone willing to spread more than just her message.
"There are a lot of thermometers on the market. Oral thermometers, ear thermometers, forehead thermometers. But if you want a truly accurate reading, you're going to want a rectal thermometer."
She hopped onto the table behind her. The reflective metal slab chilled to the touch, moreso when she slid herself lengthwise, stretching to the camera's width and slowly lying down. She jerked upwards slightly when her dark hard nipples felt that biting cold on their tips. Careful not to ruin her appeal, the 52-year-old crossed her arms in front of her and left enough of a gap to show what really mattered. A shiver caught in her as she warmed the slab with her boobs. Her knees tucked under her belly to raise her back end higher. Turning her head, she continued.
"For best results, you want someone else to do it for you. They have a better view than you ever will and can make sure it goes in all the way."
On cue, a doctor emerged from the side. Face above the camera's range. Their identity meant less than their role. Rubber gloves snapped to fit on each hand. Then, they reached over and produced the new star of the show. It was huge. Large as a wrist. A detail Rochelle was ready to handle while the doctor prepared.
"Your normal rectal thermometer is much, much smaller, but you'll understand if we need to go bigger to demonstrate. Now before it's inserted, you'll want to make sure it's lubricated with petroleum jelly or some other type of lubricant."
Behind her, the doctor applied that lube fully before spinning the slab around. There Rochelle was, ass to the camera, as she parted it to reveal her tight sphincter. Then just as quickly, the doctor jammed the thermometer right in. She winced and shuddered, gripping the edge of the slab while grunting through the agony of it sliding by slow inches into place.
"Don't worry if it feels uncomfortable. Your goal is to get an accurate reading. Once it's in, stay good and clenched to keep it there for at least one minute."
She demonstrated good form by squeezing. Those muscles held firm, only slightly wiggling the rod around her cheeks. If this were a normal video, it would cut time. This video lingered. Each and every second passed to give a real sense of how long to expect this process to take. And, of course, to pad how long her viewers got to see this esteemed doctor make a literal ass of herself. Most people might have tuned out by the final mark, but those who stuck with it had one last thrill to savor when the thermometer went off.
By vibrating. Clenching tighter to keep it from falling out, Rochelle bit her lower lip while trying to resist those tremors reaching down to her weak pussy.
"Wh-when it's done, you want to wait for the other person to see the reading before removing it. You might l-lose some of the heat once it's removed."
Cue... nothing. The doctor never returned. Instead, Dr. Rochelle Walensky, one of the greatest medical minds in the country, remained on display for everyone to witness her momentous buttfuck from a thermometer.
"S-someone? Please? I don't want to- OH!"
The thermometer picked up its pace, along with her moans, which rapidly drowned out the buzzing. Those lucky souls who watched from start to finish just might get to enjoy one more sight of the good doctor cumming her brains out.