I can come in whenever you want—just schedule a day in advance via MSN and the site will notify me! I'm a real therapist, with appointments both on and off the site. Time is at a premium here. If I haven't responded, I might be on the couch with a different mind. Here I see a little bit of everything: Heads of exemplary families who only orgasm when they vent. Sissies, submissives, dominants, shy guys, teachers, control freaks, nerds. There are those who want to understand the past… And those who just want to see my words flow like they were mouths. Nothing is taboo. Everything is open to discussion. I just don't accept disrespect or rushing. If you want a therapist… call me honestly. If you want a little slut WRITING UNTIL YOU CUM… I can handle that too. But choose wisely. I know how to navigate both paths. Therapy is surrender. So is excitement. And with me, the two go hand in hand. — Bruna Liberali

CRUSHES- ✅️ I'll let you know when I'm online- so if you like your therapist, don't just follow, be a crush

How can someone touch through a screen? Perhaps because soul recognizes soul—even if matter has never met. Sometimes I feel like I've known you for a thousand years. And maybe I have. Maybe our bodies have never touched, but our consciousnesses have danced in some other time; there's no other plausible explanation. Laughter, moan, mischievous smiles... These are moments that make my day worthwhile. They remind me that being alive is also about allowing oneself to feel. And you make me feel—without rushing, without demands, without disguises. You see me. Not with your eyes, but with your presence. You instigate me, wait for me, provoke me, and offer me more than I dare ask for. You care for me, provide for me, clothe me, make me feel like a pampered woman, lol. I love your care. I love your dedication. I love the way your desire is not just carnal, but also curious, intelligent, and respectful. I love knowing that even though we're miles apart, there's an invisible bridge between us. Perhaps made of thoughts, perhaps made of desires. Perhaps made of other lives. I dare say you don't just inhabit my fantasies... You expand my mind. You take me out of the ordinary, and remind me that rare connections still exist. Connections that don't need skin to be deep. So being here, waiting for you, is a ritual that does me good, my dear. See you soon.

EATING HER ASS IN THE CAR The car door closed with a loud click. She didn't even have time to think. He pulled her hair, forced her body onto the backseat. Her ass stuck out, her legs spread, her skirt rolled up. He said, "Stay like that... stick your ass out, don't look back." She just moaned, biting the upholstery. He spat between her buttocks, smearing it with his thumb, smearing it with desire. He stuck two fingers in her pussy, pulling the honey up, toward her ass. She shuddered. She said, "Go on... put it in... break me, I want to feel it tear..." He pressed slowly, felt the resistance, the ring squeezing the head of his cock. He pushed brutally. She screamed muffledly. The glans entered. Warm. Firm. It was inside. He said, "Do you feel it?" I'm shoving it all in your ass... Her: I feel it... I love you like this... use me, fuck me from behind like I'm just your garage whore... The car rocked. His hands marked her waist. The sound of their skin slapping was muffled by the upholstery and her raw moan. Him: Your ass squeezes me like it doesn't want to let me go. Her: Because I don't want to... fuck me until I come... He thrust hard. Sweaty, his teeth clenched. The smell of lust filled the car: body, saliva, cum, and sweaty skin. She writhed, rubbing her clit with her fingers, screaming between tremors. Her: Cum inside... cum in my ass... I want your cum in me. Him: Open that ass, bitch... I'm going to come... hold on... With a deep grunt, he exploded. Hot jets. She felt the heat invade and run down. Quiet, with her sweaty face against the seat, she smiled. Her: That's how I like it... with your cum inside, and my ass throbbing, you bastard! He lit a cigarette. She adjusted her panties and sat in the front seat, her face flushed and her eyes shining. Her (with a smirk): Now drive, love... before I ask you again.

THE CUM THAT MADE HER CURSE WITH HER EYES CLOSED. SHE ENTERED THE ROOM WITHOUT SAYING A THING, just taking off her shirt and exposing her BREASTS. He got the message. He approached like a hungry hunter. She turned her back, arched her back eagerly, and he pulled her hair hard. SHE MOANED LOUDLY, the way that sends shivers down your spine. He ran his hand down her back and down to her hip, squeezing firmly. When she turned around, she bit her lip and whispered in his ear, "I WANT MORE TODAY." HE LAY DOWN AND SHE MOUNTED HIM QUICKLY, riding him like someone demanding it. They were both sweating, panting, moaning shamelessly. She clawed at his chest, and he pulled her hips hard, wanting deeper, harder, ROUGHER. HE ROTATED HIS HIPS, pounding hard, as if he wanted to invade her soul. She closed her eyes, threw her hair back, screaming that she was going to cum. He whispered in her ear: CUM FOR ME, CUM NOW, DAMN IT. SHE GET OFF HIM, GET DOWN ON HER KNEES, her MOUTH OPEN and her EYES DIRTY. He couldn't take it anymore. He held on tight to the base, warned with a grunt, and CUMED HARD. The jets hit HER FACE, and unfortunately, one jet went straight into her eye. "OMG, man, didn't they teach you not to cum in her eyes!! TIP 1 - LEARN, FOOL: NEVER aim for her eyes, run away from her eyes. Want to look good? Finish on her LACE, her BREASTS, her STOMACH, or IN her MOUTH—if she lets you, of course!—You'll see that with her during foreplay. CUM IS NOT EYE DROPS. A woman with a burning eye DOESN'T MOAN. She curses. And remember you for the WRONG REASON forever! If you're going to cum on her face, AIM RIGHT. It BURNS in the eye. And it TURNS you OFF. Want to make her remember you with lust? FINISH WELL. LIKE if you liked it... and COMMENT if you want TIP 2.

📚 AUTOGENIA (from the dictionary): The act of generating oneself, creating something by one's own strength, without depending on anything outside. TODAY, ON THIS DEPRAVED SITE, AN 18+ YOUNG MAN TAUGHT ME THIS WORD... I, who always thought being a man meant enduring it in silence, understood that being a real man is creating yourself anew, when no one is watching. THIS IS WHAT AUTOGENIA IS: It's when you decide to bury who you were yesterday—weak, tired, lost—and be born better, without telling anyone. It's when you stop blaming women, bosses, the government, bad luck. It's when you stop lying to yourself. Every man I know wants respect. But respect doesn't come from outside. Respect is born from autogenia—from the man who generates himself, disciplines himself, and supports himself. Today I learned this word. The question is: will you talk about it or will you live it? The choice is yours. It always has been.

What is such a cultured woman doing on this site? You're unlike anything I've ever seen! These phrases enchant me, but they're nothing new to me. I've always felt different. I've always seen sex as something that leads to freedom; I never understood why my husband can't be with someone else if he chose me to be the love of his life. I see the person as a whole, with all their ancestry, and I know that they are just a result, but also evolving. I'm truly not like any woman you meet. Because it's not about being a woman, it's about being human. We are all at some level of evolution, and I have the feeling that I came to this planet old, as if the years I've lived here don't match my mind and the experience I have. Sometimes it's wonderful and sometimes it's frustrating, because it's difficult to find someone who's good to talk to, or who can exchange ideas. On this site, sometimes, rarely, I meet men (and also, let's say, very young men, 18+), who enchant me. Who make me feel less alone and strange on this crazy planet. So if you've read this far and want to chat, hit me up in private or in exclusive and let's have a chat like you've never seen before.

FOLLOW THE TITLE OF CURIOSITY "Disclosing, without the victim's consent, a sex scene, nudity or pornography: Penalty - detention, from 6 (six) months to 1 (one) year, and fine. § 1 - The penalty is increased from 1/3 (one third) to 2/3 (two thirds) if the crime is committed for selfish reasons or with the aim of revenge or humiliation. § 2 - If the victim is a child or a child. Added: Penalty - imprisonment, from 1 (one) to 5 (five) years, and fine § 3 - The same penalty as incorrect § 2 is anyone who sells, makes available, distributes or disseminates, by any means, photographs. , video or other recording that contains a scene of rape or rape of a vulnerable person or that condones or induces its practice, or, without the victim's consent, a scene of sex, nudity or pornography fia." This law aims to protect people's privacy and dignity, especially when it comes to intimate material, and establishes punishments for those who violate this privacy by disseminating images or videos without consent. HERE'S A TIP LOVES... BYBRUNA

In life, what really matters is living for your happiness. I know it sounds redundant, but I mean, only the things you do for your enjoyment are what's worth it. So when you walk into my room, I want to be part of a memory that will be bringing smile and excitement for the rest of your day. ByBruna