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The Sex Therapist (3)
Date de publication:
2026-06-06 17:11:13
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RAW LUST COLLECTIONS: Wild & Heat My Stepson's Lap (3)
Grace’s body was still trembling from her third orgasm of the drive, her slick walls fluttering around Collins’ thick cock as she struggled to catch her breath. She was fully seated on Collins now, her sundress hiked up around her waist, panties pushed crudely to the side. His thick shaft stretched her pussy wide open, buried to the hilt inside her soaked heat. Every subtle movement of the van made her clit grind against the base of his cock, sending fresh sparks of overwhelming pleasure through her overstimulated body.“Collins… we have to stop,” she whispered desperately, even as her hips gave a small, involuntary roll. “We’re almost there. Peter will want to pull over soon to stretch his legs.”Collins’ hands gripped her hips tighter, fingers digging into her soft flesh as he held her down firmly on his lap. His cock throbbed deep inside her, hot and impossibly hard. “You don’t want to stop,” he growled low against her ear, his voice rough with lust. “Your pussy is sucking me in
RAW LUST COLLECTIONS: Wild & Heat My Stepson's Lap (2)
Grace sat rigidly on Collins’ lap, the steady hum of the van’s tires against the highway filling the cramped back compartment. The unmistakable hardness of Collins’ cock pressed firmly against the soft underside of her ass, thick and throbbing through the thin fabric of his shorts and her panties. The heat radiating from it felt scalding, like a brand against her most intimate area.She tried to shift forward, lifting her weight slightly with her thighs, but the movement only dragged her pussy along the rigid length of his bulge. A sharp jolt of unwanted pleasure shot through her core, making her bite down hard on her lower lip. Her yellow sundress had bunched up around her hips from the awkward position, leaving only the thin cotton of her panties as a barrier. She could feel every inch of him — the thick shaft, the swollen head, the way it pulsed in time with his heartbeat.“Collins,” she whispered urgently, her voice barely louder than a breath. “You need to… control yourself.
RAW LUST COLLECTIONS: Wild & Heat My Stepson's Lap (1)
The driveway of their suburban home was a battlefield of cardboard boxes, rolled-up rugs, and mismatched furniture pieces that had accumulated over fifteen years of marriage. Peter stood at the rear of the rented moving van like a general directing his troops, his salt-and-pepper hair damp with sweat under the late afternoon sun. “Collins, slide that bookshelf further to the left! We can’t waste any space if we’re going to make it in one trip.”Grace hovered nearby, her yellow sundress fluttering lightly in the warm breeze. She bent down to lift a smaller box of kitchenware, feeling the hem of her dress ride up the back of her thighs. When she straightened, she caught Collins watching again. He was twenty-three now, home from college for the summer before starting his first real job. The transformation from the gangly teenager she had helped raise into this broad-shouldered young man had happened almost overnight. His t-shirt stretched across a chest built from gym sessions, and
RAW LUST COLLECTIONS: Wild & Heat The Sex Therapist (3)
I paced my office like a caged animal the morning of what I had sworn would be our final session. My hands shook as I rehearsed the words again and again in my mind. “Mr. Voss, due to ethical concerns and a clear conflict of interest, I must terminate our professional relationship effective immediately. I can provide referrals to other qualified therapists.” The way my fingers had betrayed me last time, plunging into my soaked cunt while he watched and commanded. The shattering orgasm that left me ashamed and aching for more. I hadn’t slept properly in days. Every night I woke up throbbing, my sheets damp, his voice echoing in my dreams—filthy promises of bondage, choking, breeding me full. This had to end before I lost everything. But when my assistant buzzed that Damien had arrived, my stomach twisted with equal parts dread and shameful excitement.He entered the room like a storm contained in human form. He closed the door behind him with a soft click that sounded far too fi
RAW LUST COLLECTIONS: Wild & Heat The Sex Therapist (2)
I barely slept the night after that first session with Damien Voss. By morning, I woke up tangled in sheets damp with sweat, my hand unconsciously pressed between my thighs, fingers slick with the evidence of my unconscious arousal. I was Dr. Lena Hart, a professional. This was unethical. Dangerous. I should have canceled the second session immediately, referred him to another therapist, or at least set firmer boundaries. The office felt different when 4 PM approached. I reviewed my notes from the first session, my cheeks flushing as I reread his explicit descriptions. When my assistant buzzed his arrival, my heart rate spiked. I smoothed my bun, checked my reflection to ensure I looked composed, and stood as the door opened.Damien entered like he owned the space, even more commanding than before. “Dr. Hart,” He greeted, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine. “You look even more beautiful today. Did you think about what I said last time?”I swallowed hard, gesturing to
RAW LUST COLLECTIONS: Wild & Heat The Sex Therapist
LENAI sat behind my wide walnut desk in the office I had carefully designed to feel safe and neutral for everyone who walked through the door. The walls were a soft beige and cream, the lighting diffused through sheer white curtains that turned the late afternoon sun into a gentle haze over the city skyline. My bookshelves were lined with heavy textbooks on sexology, ethics, and trauma recovery. At twenty-six, I had worked hard to build this reputation as a professional, compassionate sex therapist. Underneath, though, my body was already betraying small signs of the nervousness I refused to show.Damien Voss’s file was brief: thirty-four, wealthy, self-referred. When my assistant buzzed that he had arrived, I smoothed my skirt, stood up, and prepared my most composed smile. The door opened, and he stepped in, filling the space with his presence. He was tall—easily over six-three with broad shoulders straining against a black dress shirt, sleeves rolled up to reveal strong forear
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