The Sex Therapist #03

Jay Smooth's limp-dicked attitude has Vicky half-finished. She was ready to check out, go grind on someone with more snap. Then it happened, nowhere grand, somewhere she wasn't looking for it. He got his claws around her waist, clothes gone faster than any wedding anniversary, his cock half halfway deep with every thrust. Her fat ass rippled like waves hitting dock piles, clapping off his hips while he fucked her like he remembered the man he actually is. The shock makes the heat twist hotter for both of them; the swing and rush of sex they'd shelved years ago pops back awake in one slappy, soaking afternoon.