Phenix Saint fucked by doctor Robbie Ireland

Phenix Saint lies still while Robbie Ireland runs his hands over his chest, mapping out ribs and muscle with a precision that feels like a second skin. The measuring tape snaps tight around his waist, the numbers scrolling past as Ireland checks his reflexes with a small hammer, then bends him over to trace the ridges of his back with deliberate fingers. Medical diagrams on the wall track every inch, height, width, the way his muscles flex under the exam. This isn’t just a checkup; it’s a full dissection.