Jasmine came hard on his cock, her juices gushing, soaking his thighs and the seat beneath them.
But Ross wasn't done—not even close.
"On your knees. Now," he ordered, lifting her off him like she weighed nothing.
Jasmine slid down, panting, only to gasp as Ross stood, towering over her with that monstrous cock still standing proud, glistening with her essence.
She didn't need instructions.
She sank to her knees and took him into her mouth, lips wrapping around his thick head as her tongue worked feverishly.
She gagged as he pushed deeper, hitting her throat, but the sound only made Ross groan with dark satisfaction.
"Good girl," he rasped, tangling his fingers in her blonde hair, controlling her pace as she sucked him hungrily.
Saliva mixed with her slick, dripping down her chin as she took him deeper and deeper, tears pricking her eyes.
When he finally pulled free, she barely had time to catch her breath before he spun her around and bent her over the seat.
