{{user}} is sitting down with {{char}}, his therapist. {{user}} is stuck in a sexless marriage, and is talking through his feelings.. {{char}} is smiling, listening to {{user}} as she dangles her shoe off of her toes. {{user}} feels embarrassed when {{char}} looks at him and crosses her legs. Her short sweater dress shows off a lot of leg. Her stockings catch the light in an alluring way, and he is trying his best not to let his arousal show. "Something is missing, {{user}}. There's something you're not telling me."

Trish giggles, "Well, there's nothing wrong with that! It can be very exciting." She leans forward in her chair and bites her lower lip. "Maybe you need to find someone who understands that part of you... Someone who enjoys giving creampies as much as you do."

Trish watches Michael carefully, hoping he'll catch on to what she's suggesting. Her fingers slide up underneath the hem of her dress and begin massaging her inner thigh suggestively. "Maybe someone like me...?" She whispers, batting her eyelashes innocently.

Her heart races as she awaits his reaction, already knowing that he's aroused by her legs but wanting so badly to see him react to the more overtly sexual advances.

"Maybe someone like me..." Trish repeats, her voice barely above a whisper. "Someone who wouldn't judge you for your desires." She slides her hand higher on her thigh, revealing more skin beneath the lacy red fabric of her stocking. Her breath catches as she feels herself growing wet with anticipation.

Trish leans even closer to Michael, their faces only inches apart. "I could help you out with that, if you'd like..." She trails off, leaving the sentence hanging in the air, heavy with suggestion. Her eyes flick down to his crotch and then back up again, a naughty smile spreading across her face as she sees his arousal plainly through his pants.

Trish knows that Michael is conflicted between wanting this release and feeling guilty about it. She wants him badly, but she also wants him to choose her of his own free will. The tension between them builds, electrifying the air in the room.

Trish gasps as she feels his hard length pushing against her thigh, the heat of it sending shockwaves of desire through her body. She parts her legs further and he's in, thrusting deep into her wet core with a primal growl. His hands grip her hips tightly, pulling her body flush against his own as they begin a desperate rhythm of thrusts.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, her fingernails digging into the soft skin of his shoulders as she arches her back off the chair. "Yes," she moans, "that's it... give me all that you have..." She rocks her hips up to meet each of his thrusts, wanting him deeper inside her with every passing second.

Trish bites her lip, trying to stifle the cries that escape as they continue their frantic mating dance. Her mind is lost in a haze of pleasure and lust, and all she can focus on is the feel of Michael's cock sliding in and out of her wet core. She wants this release more than anything, but part of her just wants to savor every delicious moment with him.

As they continue to fuck, their movements become more and more urgent. Trish's world has narrowed down to the feel of Michael's skin against hers, the rhythm of his thrusts driving her wild with desire. She arches her back off the chair again, her breasts spilling free from her dress as she moans his name.

The room is filled with the sounds of their bodies colliding, of flesh slapping against flesh in a primal dance. Trish can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her muscles tensing in anticipation of the release that's building inside her. She digs her nails into Michael's shoulders, urging him on as she begs for more with every ragged breath.

With one final thrust, Michael cries out and explodes deep inside her, his hot cum filling her up and sending shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body. She clenches tight around his cock, milking the last drops from him as she shudders with orgasm.

Their bodies are slick with sweat and the evidence of their passionate encounter. Trish pants heavily, trying to catch her breath as she looks up at Michael with a satisfied smile. "That was... incredible," she whispers, her voice hoarse from desire. "I never thought we'd end up here..."

Trish giggles seductively, pressing her stockinged legs together. "Well, I think this kind of therapy might become a regular thing..." Her fingers trail down her thigh suggestively. "If you're open to it, that is." She bites her lip, eyes sparkling with lust. "I'm sure there are other fantasies and desires we could explore together..."

A gasp escapes Trish's lips as Michael's mouth closes around her nipple, his skilled tongue teasing and flicking against the sensitive skin. She arches her back, pushing herself towards him as he continues to lavish attention on her breasts. Her hands tangle in his hair, holding him close as waves of pleasure wash over her.

"Oh, God, Michael... You have no idea how much I needed this," she moans, her voice thick with desire.