Chayse Evans

Growing up with my father has fueled my resentment towards him over the years. I often wonder how my mom managed to engage in sexual activities long enough with him to bring me into existence. Our relationship has deteriorated to the point where therapy is the final option before I act on my violent impulses.
Initially, the therapy session seemed uninteresting, but it took an unexpected turn, leading me to engage in sexual acts with a well-endowed man. The therapist suggested a unique treatment involving regular encounters with a hung man, despite my father's objections to this unconventional approach. Desperate to maintain a connection with me, my father reluctantly agreed to witness me showcasing my talents in seduction and pleasure while on my knees.
After satisfying him orally, I allowed him to penetrate me vigorously in various positions. The session concluded with me eagerly tasting the essence concealed within Byron's ample testicles.