My Sex Therapist: Part Two

Elle Alexandra and Celeste Star sprawl across the therapist's desk, bodies slick and trembling. Celeste’s mouth claims Elle’s throat, hard enough to leave bruises, while Elle’s fingers dig into her lover’s hips, urging her closer. Elle tastes the sharp, clean flavor of another woman and remembers why she ever bent herself toward men. Now she knows the difference. Each time Celeste’s tongue drags across her clit, the room pulses. Elle’s hips buck, her thighs clamp down, and the moan that escapes her mouth turns into words she can’t hold back: “I’m cheating on him… again… fuck—” She comes with her head thrown back, heels knocking the desk, voice cracking on the confession. Celeste smiles against her cunt, lips wet, eyes glittering. This is what she set out to break, and watching Elle fall apart again means she’s not done yet. The next kiss crashes their teeth together, hungry, possessive, and Elle feels herself already giving in.