06:25
Uncensored
Full HD
WildBunny
The camera plunges directly into my therapist's dirty fantasy. In his mind, I'm sitting on that chair, legs spread so wide that everything is exposed, while my fingers eagerly crawl under my skirt. Warm, dim light caresses my skin as my hand slides between my wet thighs and settles directly on my clitoris. My fingers work hard, rubbing and pressing, while my breath breaks into hot, gasping gasps. In his mind, the therapist watches closely as my hips press wildly against the seat, as a wet, suppressed moan escapes my lips, and as every muscle in my lower abdomen contracts with each rapid stroke. In his imagination, the camera zooms in on the twitching of my inner thighs, my rolling eyes, the exact moment I come – how my body writhes, how pleasure shoots out of me in a hot, pulsating wave, soaking everything beneath me. It remains purely imaginary, no real sound, no real touch, only the relentlessly explicit, almost perverse staging of a fantasy, which he directs with closed eyes like a film director through the lens of his own lustful mind.
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