Soleful Strokes: A POV Footjob Climax

Were she not worried about her house, she would gladly have vomited on him, the smug little son of a bitch. Porn At least he smelled freshly showered, she thought. “Asshole…!” she said. Had he been able to hold it in the back of her throat, he could have face pumped her for a long time, but the combination of her beauty, his success, and the moment was catching up to him. After about three good head bobs, she released it, and looked at him with pleading eyes. Jay instinctively moved his hand to the back of her head, but she really didn’t require prompting, instead opening her mouth and, keeping eye contact, held the shaft as she rubbed the underside of his head on her tongue, and that elicited a smiling groan.