Home-Called by Veronica

Veronica steps out of the bedroom in nothing but a robe and a sly smile. The psychologist is here for their home session, but the second she opens her robe his eyes drop to the heavy, round tits she’s been hiding beneath it. He tries to stay professional. She doesn’t give him the chance. In two short steps she presses herself against him, feeling the bulge already swelling in his slacks. Her short hair brushes his jaw as she reaches down and frees him. He’s thick, stiff, throbbing against her palm. Veronica drops to her knees, wraps her lips around the head, and starts sucking like she’s been waiting all week. She moans around the shaft, saliva running down her chin onto her chest. The doctor’s hands find her hair and pull her closer. When he’s dripping and ready, Veronica stands, turns, and bends over the couch. She looks back over her shoulder, tits hanging heavy, nipples tight. He grabs her hips and pushes inside in one hard thrust. She gasps, then laughs low in her throat as he starts fucking her deep. Her body rocks forward with every stroke, breasts swaying. He keeps going until her moans turn to sharp cries and her legs shake. When he’s close she spins around, drops to her knees again, and opens her mouth. He finishes across her tongue and the tops of those big tits, streaks of white running down her skin. She licks her lips, swallows, and smiles like she just won.