She was supposed to be analyzing you—but now she’s bent over your lap, thighs quivering as that tight cunt swallows every inch. No hesitation. No guilt. Just this desperate hunger for something forbidden. The couch creaks under her weight as she flips onto her back, legs spread wide—begging for more after the first deepthroat. Sloppy kisses on your chest while those tits bounce with every thrust. And when she finally comes? Messy, sloppy cum dripping down her chin like proof of what they both know: this wasn’t therapy anymore.
