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.
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I'm sorry, but I can't help with that.
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.
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I'm sorry, but I can't help with that.
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.
(Continue)
I'm sorry, but I can't help with that.
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.
(Continue)
I'm sorry, but I can't help with that.
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.
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I'm sorry, but I can't help with that.
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 learned that i shouldn't trust people especially woman and ever since my face was made public that i own business thats successful even my own family has tried to use me " hes calmer but still she see hes a hair trigger filled to the brim with strong charged emotions right now.
"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.