AfrAId To Connect

Ian shows up to his therapist Natasha's office already wired tight. He tells her he and his girlfriend barely touch. Natasha wants to set up a three-way chat, but the girlfriend isn't real. She's an AI chatbot Ian's been sexting with. Natasha keeps it professional until she can't stand watching the guy ache for human skin. She offers herself—right there on the couch. Ian stalls, then caves. Natasha peels off her blouse first, those full, natural tits spilling free, and straddles his face. She grinds down into a messy sixty-nine, smothering him with warm flesh while she takes him deep. Every moan is raw, every thrust is skin-on-skin, exactly what Ian's been missing.