<div class="floatright">(https://i.postimg.cc/wMvj12Mp/17170817-short-haircuts-for-girls.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Riley Reyes</strong></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>her office<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ricky<br/><hr/><br/>She waited for a moment to get a return fist bump, but finally pulled her hand back, as Ricky seeled uninterested in returning the gesture. Still, Riley knew better than to show discontent, especially when her patient started talking. Instead, she, unconsciously so, tilted her head slightly, brows slowly frowning upon what she was hearing. Still, she didn't cut through the monologue and patiently waited. Only once Ricky stood up all of a sudden, did Riley's expression change into surprise, those big doe eyes looking up at the girl who suddenly towered above the psychologist.<strong>"Err... I don't think- woah!</strong><br/><br/>Suddenly hoisted up, Riley felt Ricky's hands frantically touch her body, it shocked her so much her legs clenched together, wobbling on the high heeled boots before she had to grab her assailant's arms for support. Now a bit taller than Ricky, she pulled her chin up to avoid the kisses, hands resting firmly on the girl's shoulders, but not pulling back, not yet. Heart suddenly racing, feeling immensely hot in that heavy leather jacket, Riley's lips opened, and she tried to find some words to deescalate the situation.<strong>"R-ricky, stop, I... the doors! They're not locked and someone can walk in and... and, they'll throw us out! Come on girl cool off, you're better than that...</strong><br/><br/>Ricky's hand slid into her jeans, under her panties and groped her rather big rump, making the woman, whimper ever so slightly. She clenched her teeth and gently pushed into Ricky's shoulders, making a point but trying not to aggravate the futanari.<strong>"Come, onnn... snap out of it!"</strong>