I'm Sure She'd Understand

In the dim glow of her office, marriage counselor Dr. Taylor (Dee Williams) faces a shock when client Sam (Oliver Davis) arrives alone for his session. He spills the grim truth: his wife's mangled in a brutal crash, hooked to machines in the hospital, barely clinging to life. Sam's voice cracks with feigned agony, confessing his raw isolation, his skin screaming for contact after months of deprivation. Dr. Taylor, eyes softening, murmurs that his wife would get it—hell, she'd want him to grab some solace in this black pit of despair. But Sam turns the knife, begging HER to fuck him, to be the spark that drags him from the edge. She's torn, pulse racing with forbidden heat, yet her empathy wins; she yields, their bodies colliding in a slow, aching tangle of lips and thrusts, her curves yielding to his desperate grip. Just as release floods them, the real gut-punch lands—a vicious twist that shatters the fragile intimacy.