He placed a hand against her cheek.

Jayne ran her tongue up his tackle, starting at his balls and slurping up to the head.

Slipping her fingers under the elastic band, she drew his shorts out and down.

Freed, his prick loomed out.

It was at least nine inches long and quite thick. The knob was shaped like a mushroom, a dark purple at the moment, gorged by throbbing lust. The vein that ran up the underside of his shaft was as thick as her little finger, pulsing darkly where it merged into his big peckerhead. His cleft was gaping open and preliminary spunk bubbled there.

It made Jayne's mouth water.

She pulled his shorts down, leaning forward to do so. His cockhead rubbed against her cheek. She tugged them down his legs and he stepped out of them. She leaned back again, letting his dick glide along her neck.

She folded one hand around the root of his stalk and her tongue came out. She lapped up the oily delicacy that was oozing from his knob.

"Ooooh," she purred, as the delicious stuff tingled on her tastebuds.

She began to lick and suck all around the head and up and down the shaft. His cock was so heated that her saliva steamed on the hot flesh.

Jayne adored sucking cock and drinking cum.

Jonathon was well aware of that.

He said, "Suck me off, if you want, baby."

She hesitated, sorely tempted.

But they did not have a whole lot of time to spare and she knew that if she milked him off in her mouth, there would be no time to get him hard again for a fuck. Sucking him off was a true pleasure for both of them, but it was not an end in itself for Jayne. She always liked to follow a delicious mouthful with a thrilling cuntful. If she blew him now, without getting a fuck afterwards, she was going to be horny as hell all night.