Shagged the shrink!

Victor had problems. His shrink leaned back, listened, crossed her legs. The session shifted when her hand found his thigh and the conversation thinned out. She took him in her mouth first, blonde hair falling forward, working him slow until he thickened against her tongue. Soon he was behind her, easing in, the glide turning slick and deliberate. He moved deep, steady strokes stretching her until she gasped and pushed back for more. He finished across her face, thick ropes catching on her lips and lashes while she smiled up at him, freshly spent and already thinking about the next appointment.