She came in for therapy but left begging for cock. Kiara Cole’s legs wrapped around his waist mid-session, nails digging into his shoulders as he fucks her bent over the counselor’s desk. No time to close the door—her tits bounce with every thrust, lips parted like she’s trying to scream but only whimpers come out. The drawer slides open when she reaches back, fingers gripping something hard before pulling him deeper inside.