With a mix of trepidation and excitement, Caroll lies naked on the examination table, anticipating her gyno's arrival. The room is dimly lit, casting shadows across her body. As the door opens, she feels his presence before she sees him, her heart racing. He steps forward, his hands firm but gentle as he presses the warm, damp cloth against her skin. His touch sends shivers down her spine, and she inhales sharply, catching a whiff of his musky, masculine scent. The silence is palpable, punctuated only by their labored breaths. She watches as he methodically washes every inch of her, your skin. It's hot where his hands linger, and she squirms slightly, unable to contain the heat building inside her. When he finally finishes, he stands back, his gaze locked onto hers, an un When he finally finishes, he stands back, his gaze locked onto hers, and asks, "What do you think?"
