Zoe Holloway

Being a therapist is rough. These head cases walk in bitching about life or my fees, driving me straight to the bottle. Flash Brown showed up to vent. I wasn't listening—too busy picturing what his cock could do to me. Professionalism went out the window. I needed dick and wasn't shy about it. I laid on the flirting thick, risking my license, and the kid caught on quick. Momma was running the show. I yanked his pants down and out swung this long, heavy black cock. Getting my mouth around it took some work, but I did it, sucking until my chin smacked his balls. He paid for the hour, so I bent over the desk and let him rail me hard, that thick slab pounding me deep. I had to grip the edge just to stay steady while he fucked me like he knew exactly how an older pussy liked it. My friends always swear interracial sex is the best, and damn if they weren't right. If every patient walked in packing like that, I'd offer free sessions all day.