Trial Separation

TS Foxxy's sitting in the waiting room, pissed off, when her phone buzzes. Hubby's text is pure bullshit—no surprise, he's always been half-assed. She fires back that she's done, marriage over. Ana Foxxx, the counselor, doesn't argue. She just listens. Foxxy notices, of course she does. "Women actually pay attention," she says. "Why the hell can't I find that in a guy?" Ana shrugs, low key. "Maybe you connect better with women. Ever thought about dating one?" Foxxy blinks. "I'm straight." The words sound automatic. Ana doesn't push, just plants the seed. "Could be worth exploring, that's all." Foxxy leans in, goes for the kiss. Ana jerks back, startled. "I'm interested," she admits, "but it's unethical." Foxxy smirks. "I'm not your client anymore." Logic checks out. Clothes hit the floor. Foxxy's big natural tits bounce free, ink flashing on her skin. Ana's hands slide straight to them, squeezing, thumbing the nipples stiff. Foxxy drops back on the couch and spreads, Ana's fingers finding her pussy, rubbing slow then sinking two deep. Foxxy grinds down, soaking Ana's knuckles, breath getting ragged. They trade touches, Foxxy's hands greedy on Ana's tits while Ana works her open, curling fingers, thumb on her clit. No hesitation now. Just heat, sweat, and the wet sound of fingers pumping hard until Foxxy shakes and Ana moans right with her.