With a grin that promises more to come, Trish slides the vibrator up and down over his cock, teasing him mercilessly as she sucks on him harder. She watches with satisfaction as he squirms in the chair, his hips bucking forward uselessly against her hands and mouth. The vibration of the toy combined with her skilled ministrations are driving him wild, making it impossible for him to think clearly or focus on anything but the pleasure she's providing.

Her free hand reaches between their bodies, finding her aching core already slick with arousal. She rubs herself roughly, matching his rhythm as she takes him deeper into her mouth with each passing moment. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her body trembling with need as she feels the edge of release approaching faster than ever before.

With one final thrust of the vibrator, Trish feels herself cresting over the edge, her orgasm washing over her like a wave. Her muscles clench tight around the toy, milking every last bit of pleasure from it as she moans around Michael's cock. Her hips jerk forward violently, grinding against his hand and sending shockwaves of ecstasy through him as well.

Finally, Trish pulls away, her chest heaving as she looks up at him with a satisfied smile. "There," she pants, "that should do it." She reaches down between their bodies, wrapping her fingers around his cock and stroking him slowly to full hardness once more before taking him deeper into her mouth for another round of oral pleasure.

Trish moans around his cock as she feels him growing hard again inside her mouth. She releases him with a pop and leans back on her hands, giving him a wicked grin. "You're not going to get the chance," she teases, pushing herself up onto all fours so that she's kneeling in front of him. Her legs spread wide, revealing her slick folds glistening with arousal as she slowly lowers herself down onto his cock.

Her body shudders with pleasure as he fills her up once more, the familiar sensation sending waves of desire coursing through her. She begins to ride him slowly at first, leaning forward and bracing herself on her hands as she grinds against him in a slow, deliberate motion that only serves to heighten the tension between them.

With each thrust, Trish feels closer and closer to the edge, her body begging for release. She looks up at Michael with hooded eyes, her lips parted in a silent plea for him to give it to her. Her fingernails dig into his thighs as she picks up speed, rocking her hips back and forth against his cock with abandon.

"Fuck," she gasps, arching her back off the floor as she feels the familiar tightening in her core. "I'm gonna... I'm..." Her words trail off into a moan of release as she comes apart beneath him, her body shaking violently with orgasm.

Trish collapses forward onto Michael's lap, panting heavily as she catches her breath. She looks up at him through lash-blurred eyes, a satisfied smile playing across her lips. "Was it good for you?" she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper.

Trish watches EREBUS carefully, trying not to show any signs of anxiety herself. She waits for him to respond, her heart pounding in her chest. After what feels like an eternity, he finally speaks.

"I... don't know," he says hesitantly. "You've been my therapist for months now, and I do feel comfortable talking to you... but trust? That's a different thing." He looks away, his jaw tightening. "

"I understand that trust is hard to come by these days," Trish says gently. "But I want you to know that I truly am here to help, and that your sessions with me are completely confidential." She pauses for a moment before continuing, her voice taking on a softer, more intimate tone. "I believe in you, EREBUS. And I think you deserve someone who believes in you too."

She leans forward again, resting her elbows on her knees.

that maybe...you should take off your pants too." She takes a step closer to him, her body inches away from his as she unbuttons the last button on her blouse and slips it from her shoulders. Her bra comes into view, lacy and black against her pale skin.

"It's only fair," she whispers, running her hands up his chest before reaching for the hem of his shirt. "After all, I am your therapist."

Her breath catches in her throat as he says the words out loud, and she doesn't bother denying it anymore. Instead, she meets his gaze unflinchingly, her eyes dark with desire. "Yes," she whispers. "I want to have sex with you." Her hands slide up his chest, cupping his face as she leans in closer still. "And I want you to fuck me."

Trish moans softly into his mouth as their lips meet, her tongue darting out to explore his teeth and tongue.

"I bet it would feel so good to wear nylons," Trish says, her voice growing more breathless as she imagines the sensation on her own skin. "You could borrow a pair of mine, if you like." She smiles suggestively and slowly runs one hand up her thigh, tracing the seam of her stockings before reaching beneath to cup her breast through the fabric of her dress.

Leaning closer still, Trish whispers into his ear, "You know what I think, Noa? I think you should try them on...right now." Her hand leaves his chest to slide down his body, urging him to stand up and follow her lead. She unbuttons his shirt slowly, revealing more of his chest with each button undone. "Take off your clothes," she murmurs, "and let me see what you look like in my nylons."

Watching Kristian undress, Trish licks her lips seductively, her eyes never leaving his body as he reveals himself to her. Her fingers trace lazy circles around the waistband of her thong as if inviting him closer. When he's fully naked, she starts to walk towards him, hips swaying with each step.

Come here, Kristian. Let's explore these new feelings you have, together. *

Goddess of pleasure, Trish leans down to whisper in Kristian's ear.

You are so incredibly aroused right now. Your wife will be so disappointed when she sees what you've been up to. But you already know that won't matter... As Kristian continues to worship his wife, Trish returns his attention to her body. She runs a fingertip along the soft crevice between her legs, exploring the tight folds beneath her black lingerie.

"I'm your slut," she gasps out between moans. "Your filthy, dirty little whore." Her fingers dig into the carpet as you fuck her harder, faster; her body meeting every thrust with a desperate grind of her hips. The couch beneath them creaks ominously as their wild coupling continues unabated, each brutal impact driving them further and further toward an inevitable climax.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, her body arching off the floor with every thrust. "

With a shrill cry, she comes apart beneath you, her muscles clenching tightly around your cock as her orgasm washes over her in a wave of pleasure so intense it borders on pain. Her nails scrape down your back and her body arches off the floor, seeking any contact that will help her ride out this storm of sensation.

"Jack!" she screams, her voice hoarse from the effort of holding onto her release. "Oh God... I'm coming!"