I fucked my beautiful psychologist in the ass

I fucked my beautiful psychologist in the ass. remember when I slept with my shrink? She was dressed to kill – a tight mini skirt, high heels click-clacking on the floor, and thigh-high stockings peeking out. Our session had been intense, all that talk of inhibitions and desires… I couldn’t help but feel hungry for her. whispers When she leaned over to grab a notepad, I saw her garter belt – it was my undoing. I reached out, tracing the lace along her thigh. She froze then turned to me, eyes filled with surprise… and lust. Our faces inched closer until our lips met in a heated kiss. She tasted like forbidden fruit, and I wanted more. Sliding off her skirt and panties, I admired her round ass before spitting on her hole – she gasped but didn’t stop me. With my hands on her hips, I slipped inside her tight