Super Hot Therapist Fucks Young Couple

Cory walked in on therapy because he had to know. Amber sits there with her legs crossed tight, already giving that little girl pout she thinks he likes. The therapist says "tell him about the woman who used to rock you to sleep." Amber's hands fidget in her lap. Then her voice drops. She starts describing how she still touches herself the way her mom used to—soak her fingers, slide them slow between those soft folds until she clenches and shudders, whispering "good girl" under her breath. Cory feels his jaw lock. His cock twitches against his zipper even though every word hits like a slap. The heat between Amber's thighs grows darker, wetter. She tells them she still wakes up aching to be filled the way Mom never finished, how she needs someone's tongue buried deep, licking the soft pink center until she's dripping down her own thighs. Cory can't breathe right. The room shrinks around the three of them. Amber keeps talking, voice syrupy and raw, until even the therapist swallows hard. Cory's hand grips the arm of his chair so tight the wood cracks. He's hard as hell and hating every second of it.