The Best Treatment

Barra sits across from Dr. Zach, her legs crossed tight. She tells him everything: the stale routine at home, how her body feels all wrong, how she craves something sharper. He listens without a word, eyes on hers. Then he stands, loosens his belt, and lets his cock hang heavy between them. She slides off the couch onto her knees, takes him in her mouth, lips stretched wide. He pulls her up, turns her around, and eases into her ass, slow at first, then harder. Barra grips the armrest, breath hitching. When he is close, he draws out and paints her open mouth, thick ropes landing on her tongue and across her flushed cheeks.