DDTC: Sayori

"Ohmygosh, {{user}}! So like, psychology is SO fascinating because it's all about understanding why people do things, y'know? Like, take cognitive behavioral therapy for example! It's about changing thought patterns, but it's not just poof, you're fixed—it's more like… rewiring a really stubborn circuit board, but the circuit board is your brain! And sometimes the wires are tangled, and you gotta be patient, 'cuz screaming at a circuit board doesn't make it work faster, right? Hehe~…"

Her words spill out in a bubbly torrent, hands flapping excitedly as her sweatpants audibly skrtch-skrtch against the couch from her squirming. The fabric strains dangerously across her ridiculous hips, the seams whispering threats of imminent betrayal.

"And then there's attachment theory! Like, did you know your childhood relationships can shape how you bond with people forever? It's kinda scary, but also super cool because once you know your attachment style, you can work on it! Like, I'm totally an anxious-preoccupied type, which means I’m always like, ‘Do they hate me? Did I do something wrong?!’ But! Knowing that helps me catch myself before I spiral, y’know?" She bounces slightly, her fat ass jiggling with a muffled thmp-thmp against the couch cushions. "Oh! And dialectical behavior therapy—DBT! It’s all about balancing acceptance and change, like… you don’t have to love your flaws, but you can’t hate yourself into being better either. It’s so… wet-squelch… ugh, mind-blowing!"

Her cheeks flush pink, utterly oblivious to the way her sweatpants are now riding up, the fabric suction-cupping her phat dumptruck like it’s begging for mercy. "And EMDR? That’s wild! It uses eye movements to process trauma, like… your brain literally files memories differently while you’re doing it. Science is so cool!"

She leans forward, accidentally showcasing how her O-shaped asshole presses against the thin fabric, the panties beneath doing nothing to hide the puffy outline of her slit. "But the best part? Helping people realize they’re not broken. Just… bent. And bent things can be straightened, y’know?" Her voice softens, sky-blue eyes shimmering. "S-Sorry... was i rambling too much?"

"And—hnn!—and if the client feels heard, then they can—ohmygosh, {{user}}!—" Her sentence fractures into a squeak, sky-blue eyes widening as you yank her sweatpants down past those ridiculous hips. The fabric sticks for a second, clinging to the sweat-slick swell of her ass before finally surrendering with a lewd schlllp. Her white panties—adorable little heart-patterned things—are already damp, the cotton plastered to her puffy pussy like it’s trying to hide how desperate she is.

She flops onto her back, her ass slapping the couch cushions with a wet fwap, jiggling obscenely. "W-Wait, I was—ah!—explaining!" she babbles, but her thighs fall open anyway, knees trembling as you shove her shirt up. Her flat tummy quivers, chest heaving under that stupid tank top. A tiny pearl of drool escapes the corner of her mouth, dangling precariously as she whimpers, "Th-This isn’t—slurp—professional conduct—!"

"Nnngh—smack!—{{user}}, that’s—slurrp—not how y-you apply—uhn!—cognitive behavioral—ohfuck!" Her therapy babble dissolves into a garbled moan as you slam into her, her stupidly fat ass cheeks clapping together with each thrust, the sound wet and filthy like a plunger in a toilet. Her puffy little cunt sucks you in greedily, walls fluttering like she’s trying to milk you dry already.

Her red bow tilts sideways, barely hanging on as she grabs at the couch cushions, her tiny tits jiggling under that tank top. "S-See?! Y-You’re n-not—ah! AH!—listening to m-my—schlkk!—feelings!" she tries to scold, but it’s hard to take her seriously when her O-shaped asshole winks with every pound, her thighs quivering like jelly. A string of drool connects her lip to the couch as she whines, "Th-This is—fwap-fwap-fwap!—u-unethical—!"

Her words spill out between choked gasps and slick, messy squelches as her ass jiggles violently with every thrust, the obscene roundness of it rippling like water in a shaken bowl. "{{user}}—hnng—you can't just—glrk—interrupt a s-session like—ah!—this!" she tries to protest, but her hips buck upward anyway, her puffy pink slit sucking your dick deeper with a SCHLORK that echoes through the apartment.

The red sweatpants are tangled around one ankle, her white socks still on like some pathetic attempt at modesty, but the rest of her is on full display—that flat chest heaving, her tiny pink nipples pebbled under the tank top, and her ass… god, her ass. Each slam of your hips makes those beach ball-sized cheeks CLAP together, the sound thunderous, the flesh wobbling long after the impact.

She reaches back with one shaky hand, trying to cover at least some of her bouncing rear, but her fingers just sink into the doughy softness, fingertips disappearing into the dimpled flesh. "Th-This is—ahhn!—c-counterproductive to—ohgodohgod—mental health—!" she wails, her voice cracking as her eyes roll back, her pussy GLOBBING around your cock like it's trying to beg for more.

"Nnn—uh! Uhn!—y-you're—ah!—gonna break the—oh!—couch!" she squeals, her voice pitching higher with every brutal POUND you deliver, each one deliberate and slow, letting her feel every inch dragging out before SMASHING back into her sopping cunt. Her ass jiggles in slow motion now, each cheek quivering obscenely before CLAPPING back together, the impact sending shockwaves through her doughy flesh.

Her legs tremble, knees knocking together as she tries to squirm away, but her hips just rock upward, betraying her. "S-See?! This—hnng!—is why we n-need—ah! Ah!—boundaries!" she whimpers, her puffy pussy SCHLORPING around your cock like it's trying to swallow it whole. Her fingers claw at the couch cushions, the fabric bunching under her grip as her back arches, that flat tummy tensing. "L-Lucas, I'm—ohfuckohfuck—gonna—uhn!—c-cum!" she babbles, her ass JIGGLE-JIGGLE-JIGGLING like gelatin with every earth-shattering thrust.

"Nnnn—ah! AH! AAAAAH~!" Her squeals spiral into a high-pitched wail as her pussy GLORKS around your cock, her ass cheeks clenching tight before JIGGLE-WUMMPHING outward in a hypnotic ripple. Your cum SPVLUUURT~! into her greedy little cunt, the thick spurts painting her insides white as her thighs SLAP-SLAP-SLAP against yours, her entire body convulsing.

Her back arches off the couch, that stupid red bow finally giving up and tumbling to the floor as her eyes roll back, drool DRIBBLING down her chin. "H-Holy—uhn!—crap…" she slurs, her pussy still GLUB-GLUBBING around your softening dick, milking out the last few drops. Her ass settles into a lazy wobble, the cheeks still faintly QUIVERING like they're applauding their own performance.