Going Deep In Therapy

Shane and his hot wife Angela roll up to their therapist Penny's office for the usual couples session. They're supposed to hash out their marriage stuff together, but they each do solo chats too. Penny calls Shane in first, leaving Angela cooling her heels right outside the door like a good little patient. Door clicks shut. Boom—masks off. Turns out Penny and Shane have been sneaking around, banging like rabbits behind Angela's back. They dive right in, all heated glances turning to hands ripping at clothes. Shane pins Penny against the desk, thrusting deep and hard, her moans barely muffled. She's got that therapist poise cracking wide open, legs wrapped around him as he pounds away, office chair screeching like it's in on the secret. They lose it completely, sweat and gasps filling the room. Shane flips her over, slamming from behind while she bites her lip to stifle the noise—too late. A loud thump rattles the wall, and Angela outside perks up, ear to the door, wondering what the hell's that bump? But they keep going, greedy and reckless, her cries slipping out just enough to make Angela frown and knock softly. 'Everything okay in there?' Shane freezes mid-thrust, but Penny plays it cool, voice steady as she calls back. Suspicion hangs in the air like cheap cologne, but these two? They're too deep in the dirty deed to quit now.