I visited a highly recommended chiropractic clinic in the neighborhood for a sprained ankle, and just as rumored, my pain disappeared thanks to their skilled treatment. Gradually, however, I noticed something unnatural in their technique. During the second session, bolder hands began stimulating sensitive areas around my chest and dangerously close to my groin, leaving me speechless on the spot. Suddenly, their face moved close to mine as they whispered, "You're already wet," causing my consciousness to blur. In that daze, instead of fingers, a thick rod slid into my vagina, moving rhythmically as if kneading a pressure point. Overwhelmed by the sensation, my massive breasts quivered violently, crackling with energy as I screamed out in loud, intense orgasm. Behind the mask of a healer lies a secret body trainer, now delving even deeper into my body.