“Are My Tits Distracting You? How About Now?”

As a therapist, it is my job to make sure my client can pay attention during our session, but it was very clear that his mind was elsewhere. He wouldn’t stop looking at my tits! Sure, I knew that he would be able to see them through my dress, but I had no idea he would get so hard. When I noticed what was going on under his pants, I knew that the only way he would listen to me would be to let him fuck me. Besides, the best way to release any negative feeling is by releasing . . . everything else. Neither of us was leaving that couch until I got all his cum out. We might even need another session.