Meanwhile, Cynthia kept dunking her head into the water and devouring his swollen cock. But it wasn't until Jay realized that all he had to do was hold her head down, that he really got charged up over her suck-off. And on Cynthia's next dive he reached down and pressed his hand on the back of her head, stuffing her mouth and throat with his cock until she choked, then holding her head under the water so she couldn't breathe. It gave him wild thoughts of absolute power over her. Her life was now in his hands not to mention the sensations in her mouth as she gagged, choked and gasped for air. However, he let her go before she panicked and in so doing kept the fire alive in her cunt… even built it up a little.

Cynthia pinned his head against the wall of the tub by sitting on his face – his nose buried in her crack – while she caught her breath. The scare he had given her was a thrill now, but she didn't want a repeat performance, so she released the stopper on the tub. And while she waited for the water to run out, she pressed the fleshy pillows of her ass against his face with all the strength she had, and wiggled, choking off his air supply and eating up the sensation his chin and nose played on her cunt and asshole.

She lost interest in that when the water dropped and she was staring into the eye of his cock. She swooped down on it, capturing it again and letting it move back and forth into the heat of her throat. Jay's tongue was already busy reaming the walls of her drooling cunt and her whole mind could concentrate on getting that lump of ice cream through the straw. Her ravaging tongue wetly painted the length of his cock, tickling its tip and then at his balls, swooping it in, releasing it, capturing it again, her fingers tapping, tickling at his asshole, while a tongue of fire lashed inside her cunt.