Duration: 10:31
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Submitted: 1 week ago
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Oliver walks in stiff, Ember’s fingers laced through his, squeezing like she’s trying to pass him some courage. She kisses him slow in the hallway, whispers that talking to someone will help, that he just needs to relax and be honest.
Then she stays behind.
Private room. Quiet. Just him and Lena.
She starts simple, holding up those weird inkblot cards, asking what he sees. He barely answers. His eyes keep drifting. Down her neckline. Back up. Then down again.
She notices.
Smiles a little.
Instead of another card, she opens her shirt and lets her heavy breasts fall out, giving them a soft shake before pulling his face in close, smothering him between warm skin and cleavage. His breath gets rough fast.
That’s when she spreads her legs.
No rush. No pressure. Just showing him everything, wet and waiting, telling him this is a safe space. That he can touch. Use. Learn.
Confidence, her way.
And Oliver isn’t shy anymore.