"Tiffany?" It's a bit of a shock for you.
She giggles as she gawks. "My goodness, Terrence ... you sure know how to pay a girl a compliment!"
"Dr. Bur -- uh, Tiffany, listen, I'm so sorry -- "
"Can I touch it!?"
But before you can even understand the question, Tiffany is already trying to grasp your glans in one dainty little hand. She gasps delightedly at all the pre-cum drooling out of you and immediately slathers it all over your tip.
"So, we were talking about Freud being too preoccupied with sex." It's an inane thing for you to say, but you're feeling nostalgic for a little normality.
Tiffany give a deep dark chuckle. "Wel-ll ... if sex was more like THIS, I think I could definitely forgive him! Terrence, we've got to take care of this right away!"
Tiffany does not dally, swiftly yanking down her skirt and panties to show off her moistly glistening bush and vulva. Being something of a tit man, you feel a bit ripped off that she keeps her shirt and bra on, but you appreciate the enthusiasm.
"Are you think about this psychologically?" you decide to check.
"Mmm, ohh, yeah, and speaking as a psychologist -- " She shakes her head and cackles with glee. " -- I would have to be CRAZY not to FUCK that!"
So saying, she leaps up onto you, legs wrapping around you, and gets you back down against her large desk. Her hot pussy is like some eager maw straining and striving to gobble as much of your cock deeply into it as possible.
"Oh WOW!" says Tiffany as she gallops away atop you. "This isn't just SEX ... this is ... this is ... SUPER sex!"
That's when it hits you, your vague memory of showing up for the job, some doctor saying "super sex." Now you understand: it wasn't a dream after all. Something has been done to you. |