A visit to the dentist, Dr. Turner, turns into the art of seduction The taste of clove and novocaine turned into oral worship. You begging him to keep the drill's vibration humming against your inner thigh. He pulls down his mask to whisper praise against your pulse, licking the salt from your skin while the drill hums, threatening to touch your clit through the paper bib. He switches the drill bit for a sterile scaler, scraping the edge along your labia, collecting moisture like plaque, then tasting the evidence from the tip. He makes you say 'ahh' with your thighs instead of your throat, using the suction tube to draw your clit into the tip, pulsing on low speed.