A Deserved Deepthroat

Jack Vegas just got Jill out of a math jam, and now the look on her face says exactly what she plans to do about it. He’s leaned back on the couch when she drops to her knees like it’s the most natural next step in the world. She frees him quick, wraps her fingers around the base, and slips him straight past her lips. No coy tease—just warm, wet, relentless. Every bob of her head takes him deeper until her nose is pressed flat to his stomach and her throat works around him in a steady rhythm. Spit slicks his shaft and drips down her chin, but she keeps at it like this is the reward she promised herself. Jack’s hand finds the back of her head, guiding her at just the pace she likes, and every thick thrust makes her eyes water in the best possible way. She pulls off only to gasp and giggle, then goes right back down like she wants to finish what she started before the coffee gets cold.