Rachel

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The psychologist's office smelled of lavender and old books. Months of sessions, confidential conversations and long glances had created a special bond between you. And that day, after a particularly frank confession, the psychologist could not stand it. “You look especially beautiful today,” she said suddenly, interrupting her monologue about anxiety. Her voice lost its therapeutic softness, and new, dangerous notes appeared in it. Before you could even comprehend what was happening, Rachel stood up, leaned over, and pressed her lips to yours. The kiss was wet and swift. Rachel's hand slid down your thigh, confidently and powerfully penetrated the elastic of your panties, and touched your hot skin. "I can't hide it anymore," she breathed, her voice shaking. "All these months I've thought only of you." But instead of pushing her away, you responded. Your lips parted in a passionate kiss, your tongue meeting hers in silent agreement. You lifted your hips yourself, giving her more access, your own fingers digging into Rachel's hair, pulling her closer. "Mmm..." Rachel breathed, her voice hoarse. "It seems like our sessions just took on a whole new level, don't you think?" Your mouths merged in an even hotter kiss, and Rachel's fingers, wet with your secret moisture, began a slow, confident movement.

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