Anal Hospital: Gia Derza and Jane Wilde

Gia Derza lies back in the hospital bed, bare under a thin sheet, waiting for the rectal check she was told was routine. Dr. Jane Wilde walks in, cool and sharp, with eyes that strip her down before the first glove goes on. Gia can’t look away from that ass in white latex, and every word Jane says just pulls her deeper. When she wakes, the sheet is gone and she’s already in black latex, wrists clipped to the rails. Jane rolls in a tray of fat, unfamiliar toys and doesn’t ask permission; she starts stretching Gia open with fingers, then fists, working her loose until the gape shows, shiny and wide. Gia drools, hips jerking, lost in the heavy stretch and the sting of each new push. Jane ties her tighter, owns the rhythm, keeps her open and trembling. The sight lights Jane up; she strips, climbs onto the table, and offers her own ass to Gia’s fist. Both women end up spread and gaping, fingers sunk deep in each other, the wet sounds filling the room. The question hangs: was any of it real, or just the anesthesia talking?