Sex Therapy

Alby claims her sex addiction needs urgent treatment. Dr. Jones sits behind his desk, already losing the battle the moment she walks in—dark hair, tight clothes, that smirk that says she knows exactly what she wants. He tries to talk about boundaries. She stands up, pulls her top off, and drops to her knees. The session collapses in seconds. She takes him in her mouth with quick, wet strokes, eyes locked on his, pushing until he stops pretending he can stay professional. When she climbs onto his desk, legs spread, he follows without resistance. He fucks her hard, hands gripping her hips, her nails digging into his shirt. He pulls out at the last second and finishes across her face, streaks hitting her lips and cheek while she licks what she can reach. The prescription pad stays blank. His first patient of the day leaves satisfied, and the doctor has already given in to the exact addiction he was supposed to cure.