**Station Description:**
Therapy sessions rarely start with such raw hunger. One look at the way she bites her lip and spreads her thighs tells you this isn’t about talking through feelings anymore.
She sinks lower onto the firm leather couch while his fingers trace slow circles over her slick folds, coaxing out wet sounds that fill the quiet room. Her skirt stays hiked up, panties shoved aside, stockings clinging to trembling legs as he pushes deeper, stretching her tight heat inch by inch. Every thrust draws a broken whimper, her eyes glazing over with that perfect mix of surrender and need.
The real heat comes from how forbidden it feels—using clinical words to describe the filthiest acts, turning professional distance into something dripping and desperate. Her nails dig into the cushions, hips rolling back to take more, chasing that overwhelming fullness only he can give.
If you crave sessions that leave you aching and breathless, hit play and let yourself go deeper.
