Penny Pax practically bounces into her therapist's office, chest-first, and that rack alone should be warning enough. Logan Pierce gives the usual polite backpedal, but she steps in so close his clipboard falls, and the excuses die somewhere between her grin and his belt. Skin meets skin fast. Penny pushes him back onto the couch, climbs up, rides like she owes the rent. Her breasts sway heavy with every thrust, catching the light, his mouth getting filled every time she leans in. Her hips roll deeper, tighter, and Logan stops pretending he remembers any ethics code. She laughs between moans, drags his hands where she wants them. He gives up on thoughts, gives up on words, just drives up into her while she shivers and bites her lip, finishing loud enough to shake the office blinds.
Penny Pax practically bounces into her therapist's office, chest-first, and that rack alone should be warning enough. Logan Pierce gives the usual polite backpedal, but she steps in so close his clipboard falls, and the excuses die somewhere between her grin and his belt. Skin meets skin fast. Penny pushes him back onto the couch, climbs up, rides like she owes the rent. Her breasts sway heavy with every thrust, catching the light, his mouth getting filled every time she leans in. Her hips roll deeper, tighter, and Logan stops pretending he remembers any ethics code. She laughs between moans, drags his hands where she wants them. He gives up on thoughts, gives up on words, just drives up into her while she shivers and bites her lip, finishing loud enough to shake the office blinds.