Helda moves decisively.

“But enough foreplay,” Helda remarked, leaning back into the couch. “We both know why you’re here.”

Melissa could only watch in speechless fascination as Helda’s hands crept up to the band of her skirt. She gripped the fabric, rolling it down teasingly. Melissa’s eyes widened as the sight of her counselor’s tool became evident, straining against the trim and barely concealing black panties she wore. It was a miracle the thin fabric didn’t snap beneath the strength of the staining cock, she thought in awe.

Helda smiled at the young girl’s expression. She lifted her ass just enough off the couch in order to finish pulling off her skirt. Raising the frilled fabric before her like a matador’s cape, she tossed it away to a corner of the room. Helda continued her striptease by next hooking her thumbs in the elastic of her panties.

“Do you want to see it all?” she asked teasingly. “Do you want to see my thick, veiny, shemale cock? That which pounded your pussy yesterday? What brought you back here today?”

Melissa was speechless. She could only stare at the pole, nestled between the feminine thighs of another woman, hidden barely by a frill pair of black panties. Her counselor’s no less! She could even see a damp spot slowly growing near the tip of the bulge. Before she even realized it, she had nodded ever so slightly.

Helda grinned. The blonde hooked her thumbs in the scandalously thin fabric and, with a single jerk, tore them away.

Melissa gasped as the cock sprang to attention like a flagpole. Helda smirked, fairly dripping with confidence and seductive **** as she reclined on the couch casually.

“Strip.”

“W-what?” Melissa asked, looking up from the rigid pole, confused.

“I asked you to strip,” Helda replied, smiling at her. “We can't very well do much more with all those clothes on you.”

Melissa bit her lower lip, unsure. If she stripped, it was fairly obvious where that would lead. Though, did she really not want that?