Experimental Sex-Addict Therapy

She walks in blonde and already wet with need, thighs tight together under a skirt that barely counts. The doctor leans back, watches her cross and uncross her legs. He doesn’t ask many questions. Instead he stands, unzips, and offers his cock like medicine. Arteya drops to her knees without a word, takes him deep in one practiced motion, lips stretched tight around the thick shaft. She moans around him, saliva dripping down her chin as she works him with greedy, wet sounds. He holds her head steady and fucks her throat in slow, deliberate strokes. Each thrust makes her eyes water, but she pushes forward for more. When he pulls out she gasps, strings of spit connecting her mouth to his glistening cock. Then he bends her over the couch, flips the skirt up, and slides inside her. She arches her back and takes every inch, pushing back to meet him. The experimental treatment is just this—her on all fours, moaning while he pounds the addiction out of her, or deeper into her, depending how you look at it.