LIZ OCEAN Blowjob, Fuck & Cum Therapy

At the sex clinic, Liz Ocean hops on the furniture like it owes her money—braces showing every time she laughs. Short black dress riding up, those striped socks disappearing into her combat boots. Raul Costa walks in and clocks the scene. "New therapy?" he says. Everyone else clears out. He pulls her in slow, lips barely touching at first, then deeper. His hands work the dress off piece by piece until she's bare except for whatever's between her legs. He lays her back, moves the fabric aside, and goes down like he's been waiting all week. Tongue and fingers working in rhythm until her hips start twitching. Then he's in her mouth—thick and pushing, her pigtails swinging with every thrust. He strips the last scrap of cloth, spreads her, and drives in hard. She climbs on top next, sinking down on him, riding like the clinic walls might collapse if she stops. Another round in her mouth, wet and greedy. Giuseppe slips back in at some point, stays quiet, just watching from the doorway. Raul flips her, fucks her from behind, one hand yanking her pigtails like reins. When he's close he pulls out, pushes back into her mouth and finishes—ropes of cum across her tongue, streaking her hair, dripping down her chin. She takes it all, eyes half-lidded, skin glistening.