Is this room getting smaller? Are the walls closing in around me? Looks like I need another lollipop. My name is Bunny, and I’ve recently developed some kind of oral fixation. The only thing that seems to help is putting something in my mouth - get your mind out of the gutter, perv. Or maybe, just maybe, I need to get my mind IN the gutter. Maybe I’ve been a good girl for far too long. Maybe I need a man who will take control and use me for his own pleasure. That’s why I sought out the help of an esteemed perv therapist. Lo and behold, when I explained my oral dilemma, he had an easy solution. He gazed at me with an air of superiority, his eyes lingering on my lips. He whipped out his cock and pressed it against them, branding me in a sense. He was the doctor, and I was his patient - his plaything. It felt… right. I know it’s a mismatch of power, that he holds authority in that room. But submitting to him, letting him use my mouth as his personal fuck toy. It just felt like a weight being lifted off of my shoulders. I sucked and slurped, my tongue dancing around his throbbing dick as he face-fucked me. We couldn’t stop. I was so fucking horny I needed him deep inside of me. I needed his cock to spread me out, and I wanted to cum hard. Perv Therapy turned out to be exactly what I needed - I can’t wait for my next session.
