Good Tension Release

Ivy stretched out on the table while Tyler got to work. She noticed the bulge in his pants about five minutes in, which seemed a little suspicious. Five more minutes of that massage and she caved. Ivy rolled onto her back, pulled the sheet down just enough, and freed him right there. The first lick dragged slow from base to tip, like she wanted a taste test before committing. Then she wrapped her lips around the head and sank down until her nose almost touched fabric. Bobbed slow, slurped loud, worked her tongue under the shaft. Tyler stood frozen, hands hovering above her like the etiquette manual had nothing for this. Ivy didn’t care. She bobbed deeper, cheeks hollowing, drool running down his balls, moaning like she’d missed the taste of dick more than anything else the session could offer. Meanwhile her own breath hitched every time she gagged on the next inch, fingers gripping the edge of the table as she kept sucking like the clock wasn’t running.