I curl my fingers into the soft fabric of the couch, my breath catching as I watch you undress my psychologist. She watches you, eyes dark and filled with desire, her cheeks blushing at the attention. You meet her gaze, a mix of lust and curiosity flashing in your eyes, and step closer. The tension between you is palpable, electrifying the air around you. Your hands ghost over her arms, tracing delicate patterns on her skin before skimming lower to cup her breasts. She gasps, her nipples hardening against your touch. With a slow, deliberate motion, you lower yourself to your knees and take her soft pink lips into your mouth. The sounds of their passion fill the room, echoing off the walls. As you pull away, I see the desire etched on your face, the need to possess her. You stand and, with a whispered word of encouragement, she rises from the table, her movements fluid and sensual.
