BABES – Ginger therapist Lacy Lennon likes it rough

Title: A Naughty Session with Dr. Lacy Lennon, the Roughest Therapist in Town

In the heart of the city, hidden away in a quaint little building, there existed a therapist’s office like no other. Dr. Lacy Lennon was no ordinary shrink – she had a penchant for administering “treatments” that were far from standard medical practices. Her patients were often young men, burdened by the weight of their secret fantasies and frustrated urges. But Lacy had a cure for what ailed them, one that involved her petite, red-haired body writhing in ecstasy atop plush velvet cushions.

One particularly tense patient knocked on Lacy’s door, his heart pounding with anticipation and nerves. As he entered the dimly lit room, greeted by the scent of lavender and vanilla, he noticed Lacy perched on the edge of her desk, her tiny tits straining against a sheer white blouse, no bra in sight. Her fiery mane tumbled over her shoulders, framed by smoldering green eyes that seemed to delve into his very soul.

“Welcome back, my dear,” she purred, her voice dripping with honey. “I see you’re positively bursting with tension. Don’t worry, I know exactly how to help with that.” She slid off the desk and sauntered over, her round ass swaying enticingly inside a scandalously short skirt.

Before he could utter a word, Lacy sank to her knees and unzipped his pants, freeing his throbbing erection. Her deft fingers wrapped around his shaft, smearing the drop of pre-cum oozing from his tip. And then, like a naughty dream come to life, her pretty pink lips enveloped him, drawing a gasp from his lips.

“That’s it, baby,” she cooed around his cock, “let me suck all that stress right out of you.” Her head bobbed expertly, taking him deep, her sinful tongue swirling around his girth. She cupped his balls, fondling them as she deep-throated every inch, her emerald eyes shining up at him, daring him to erupt.

But Lacy wasn’t finished with her patient quite yet. She released his dick with a wet plop and shimmied out of her skirt and thong, revealing her glistening bare pussy. Using her fingers, she spread herself open, stroking her engorged clit and giving him a tantalizing peek at her pink, swollen lips.

“Fuck me,” Lacy demanded breathlessly, spreading her legs wide, “fuck me like you mean it. Pound this needy cunt until I can’t remember my own name.”

Her patient didn’t need to be told twice. He positioned himself between her thighs and slammed into her velvety heat with one powerful thrust. Lacy cried out, arching her back as he filled her so deeply, stretching and stuffing her so perfectly. He began to move, his hips churning as he pummeled her, each thrust jolting her petite body.

“Fuck yes, just like that,” Lacy moaned, biting her lip as she looked up at him with lust-crazed eyes, “give it to me harder, faster. Fuck this pussy raw until I’m a writhing mess.”

She was so incredibly tight and wet around him, grasping and rippling like a vice. He could feel her clench him rhythmically as he destroying her from the inside out. Her juices coated his balls, dripping down his thighs, the scent of her arousal thick in the air.

Lacy was lost to the pleasure, her eyes rolling back as he hammered her into the cushions. She lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist and pulling him even deeper, the sound of skin against slick skin filling the therapy room. “Don’t stop, don’t you dare fucking stop,” she panted, her gripped tightening.

He grabbed her throat, squeezing gently as he drove into her ruthlessly, grunting with exertion. “Fuck, your cunt is heaven,” he groaned, feeling her walls twitch around him, “so fucking perfect.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Lacy hissed, clawing at his back, “fuck, I’m gonna cum all over your huge dick. Fuck, I’m cumming.” Her body seized beneath him, stiffening and then berserking as she shook apart, her pussy gushing around him like a broke dam.

Her orgasm triggered his own, his balls drawing up tight as he exploded inside her. He painted her clenching channel with warm, thick ropes of sperm, penetrating her drenched walls with his spurting cock. Each wave of pleasure was searing and intense, draining him completely.

Spent, he collapsed atop her, both their chests heaving. Lacy’s cheeks were flushed, her hair a wild tangle around her face as she grinned at him, completely sated. “Well,” she drawled, giving her pussy a discreet pat with her fingers, “I think that was a very helpful session, don’t you?”

Her patient couldn’t agree more. He knew he’d be back to visit Dr. Lacy Lennon soon, eager for another dose of her special brand of therapy – a wind therapy full of moans, gasps, and the wet slapping of skin. With Lacy, all his stress melted away, leaving only feverish shivers and carnal bliss.

And since a healthy mind required a healthy body, he knew he’d be seeing much more of his petite, ginger-haired therapist – and receiving her devious “treatments”. But that was a medical secret between them, a kinky little fantasy that would stay safely tucked away in Lacy’s velvet cushions, the embodiment of everything naughty and erotic.