Lesbian Psychotherapists #02

She straddled him hard, pinning his wrists above his head before he could breathe. Her hips rocked down in sharp, deliberate thrusts, riding his cock with the steady grind of someone who owns the moment. Skin slapping. Breath cut short. The sound of her wetness every time she dropped her weight onto him. He felt her tighten around him, muscles clenching, working him, milking him like she had no intention of letting go. Sweat slicked between their bodies. Her nails dug into his wrists. He arched under her, but she shoved him back down into the mattress, her weight keeping him there.