The soft Italian light streamed through the blinds, casting stripes across Dr. On Top’s plush leather couch. A nervous energy hung in the air as her patient, a man barely old enough to be out of college, shifted uncomfortably.
"So," Gaia began, her voice a low, soothing rumble, her D-cup breasts straining against her silk blouse, "Tell me more about this…'blockage'." She adjusted her glasses, the light glinting off the frames, her gaze steady and knowing. He squirmed, avoiding eye contact. She knew *exactly* what he wanted.
He mumbled something about stress and tension. Gaia smiled knowingly. She leaned forward, the scent of her perfume – a heady mix of vanilla and something undeniably carnal – filling the small space between them. "Stress, you say?" She reached out, her hand resting lightly on his knee. "Perhaps I have a… more *direct* approach to relieving tension." Her fingers began to massage his thigh, slowly, deliberately.
The session quickly escalated. The talk therapy ended, replaced by the silent language of touch. Soon, he was stripped down, his big dick throbbing in anticipation. Gaia, ever the professional MILF, prepped him with practiced ease. The glistening lubricant, the slow, deliberate stretching – it was all designed to build the anticipation, the raw, desperate need.
When he finally entered him anal, it was with a force that surprised even her. He thrust deep, burying himself inside her, his moans echoing in the room. She gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. This was it. This was the release they both craved. He deepthroated her moans, his body slamming in, a pure expression of physical pleasure, the kind they taught her *not* to engage with her patients.
The big tits MILF doctor gasped as she came, a torrent of pleasure washing over her. He didn’t stop, relentlessly pounding at her now gaping asshole, pushing her to the edge. It was when he pulled out, spurting his load all over her face and chest in a huge creampie, that her own climax hit. A powerful, shuddering squirt orgasm, soaking the couch and the carpet. He began to pee orgasm, sending a final wave of relief over her.
After the session, exhausted, they lay tangled on the couch, the evidence of their transgression plastered across their bodies. As she looked in the mirror, she admired the new red tattoos surrounding her, she couldn't have been more happy with the golden shower marks.
"Better?" she asked, a sly smile playing on her lips. He nodded, breathless. He added with an Italian accent dialoghi in italiano "Molto Bene, signora!" He knew she would have to prescribe another session immediately...
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Gaia On Top