I use speculum and play with my cervix

My heart pounds in my chest as I gaze upon the speculum, my mind racing with thoughts of what it could do to me. With shaky hands, I lubricate the tip, my breath catching in my throat as I slowly insert it into my dripping entrance. As I adjust the screw, I can feel the pressure building within me, my muscles clenching around the intruding object. With a shiver of anticipation, I reach for the paintbrush, dipping it into the jar of lube before playing my eager cervix.