Eye To Eye

Her parents shipped Amber off to sort out her daddy issues with a therapist. They must not have seen the man. Richard Mann sits across from her, tall, dark, and exactly the type she came to avoid. She crosses her legs, blonde hair falling over one shoulder, and the session turns fast. Eyes lock. Hands reach. Clothes drop. She sinks to her knees and takes his thick cock deep, throat opening around every inch until her eyes water and spit runs down her chin. Richard grabs a fistful of that pale hair and fucks her face, then bends her over the couch. He slides in from behind, driving hard and steady while she moans into the cushions. He pulls out at the last second, tilts her chin up, and paints her tongue white. She swallows, eyes still locked on his, like the city outside already belongs to her.