The XXX Therapist: Max’s Healing
The XXX Therapis, Dr. Dantee, and Max begin their session on the plush leather couch. Max shifts uncomfortably in his crisp white shirt and tie, a nervous energy buzzing through him. Dr. Dantee observes him with a knowing, predatory smile, his eyes tracing the lines of Max’s body. He leans forward, his voice a low, commanding whisper as he suggests a more primal form of therapy.
Max’s breath hitches as Dr. Dantee’s fingers deftly undo his tie, then the buttons of his shirt, exposing his skin to the cool office air. The discarded clothes pool on the floor as Dr. Dantee guides Max back onto the couch, which now feels like an altar. Max’s hands fist in the leather as Dr. Dantee’s mouth finds his neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. A deep, guttural moan escapes Max’s lips as Dr. Dantee’s expert hands roam lower, cupping the hard bulge in his trousers.
The session transforms into a raw, physical dialogue. Dr. Dantee works Max’s cock with a firm, steady rhythm, his other hand gripping Max’s hip. Max arches his back, surrendering completely to the intense pleasure, his own hands tangling in Dr. Dantee’s hair. Every thrust of Dr. Dantee’s fist sends shivers through Max’s entire body. The room echoes with their shared grunts and the slick sounds of skin on skin. In this charged space, Max and Dr. Dantee find a release that is both profound and deeply carnal, a therapy of pure, unadulterated sensation.
