Sex Therapy Porn with a Client

As a phone sex therapist, I try hard to remain objective about all of my clients. However, she was far too much of a temptation, and I couldn’t help myself.

As she laid down on my couch for our second session in her skin-tight skirt and camisole blouse, her nipples barely covered, my mouth dried up even as my cunt started to drool. Then, she wiggled her body, claiming that she couldn’t get comfortable. Watching those breasts jiggle around and that skirt ride up did me in. I all but dove on top of her, kissing, groping, fondling, and slowly undressing her. Her hands were on my own body in an instant, and I ground my hips against her. My fingers found her pussy, and it was as sloppy wet as my own. She whispered in my ear just then that she’d wanted me from the moment she first saw me. Then, I felt her own fingers slide over my clit and up inside of me. My breath caught in my throat, and my heart raced. It was such a sensual, erotic experience, her tenderness and the way she touched each of my g-spots with almost no effort. I spun around, and I straddled her face while diving face-first into her pussy. She tasted of honey and salt and arousal. I could have stayed there all day, drinking of that sweet nectar. However, her thrusts got more insistent, as did my own, the more we tasted of each other. I finally slid my fingers back inside of her, rubbing her g-spot, and she did the same to me. Within moments, we were writhing out our orgasms together, forcing each other to ride them to completion. It was so intense, and I cannot wait to see her again!

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