As a Phone sex therapist, I am a magnet for broken-hearted boys. The moment this guy stepped into my office, I knew he was ripe for the picking.
Broken, lost, and utterly desperate for healing after that frigid harpy of a girlfriend so callously threw him away.
God, how I adore a challenged conquest like this!
As he checked in, my eyes roamed over his frail frame, taking in the despair etched on his face, the way his shoulders slumped under the weight of her rejection.
I took him by the hand and led him to the back office, where it’s very private.
I wanted to make him feel as welcome as possible, so I placed him on the couch and sat close by. I started asking what he wanted to accomplish by our sessions.
He told me he just wanted to feel better and that the weight of the breakup was really messing with his life. I couldn’t help myself; I embraced him tightly. I made sure to place his head gently on my breast and patted his head.
“I know the best way to heal from a bad breakup, darling!” I stood up, and my dress dropped to the floor. I let him squeeze my naked tits. The mood changed instantly, and I could see the life coming back into his eyes. I let him go down further and rub my clit.
“Lick it, baby, I’ll let you do it all to me.” He buried his face into my cunt and ate me out until I squirted all over his face. It was so hot I pulled his dick out of his pants and popped that dick deep into me. “Oh, honey,” I cooed, “I’m going to heal every shred of your broken heart, one delicious orgasm at a time.”
I’m the Sexy babe who healed him and drained him totally dry. I clenched down as tight as I could, and he shot all that pain out and filled me up with sticky cum.
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