TeamSkeet Update - Psychological ASSistance

Nathan Bronson was hunting through his dad's office when Moka Mora called, thinking she had Dr. Bronson. She blurted that the anal dreams were back worse than ever and begged for an appointment right away. Nathan’s brain said walk away, but his dick already had other plans. Five minutes later she was on the couch admitting she ached to feel a fat cock stretch her tiny asshole wide open. She slipped two fingers straight in as she talked, while Nathan tried to figure out whether to stay or bolt. Instead he played doctor and told her the cure was hands-on relief. That was all the permission his cock needed. He bent her over and slammed into that puckered hole, balls-deep, over and over until he pulled out, blew his thick load across the mess, and Moka giggled that the urge already felt cured—until next time.