Jenna's Juicy Mouth

Jenna Fireworks has seen her share of beds and backseats. A few countries, she figures. The kind of mouth that doesn't just suck cock—it devours it, throat wide open, eyes watering, like she means to swallow Jason Moody whole. And Jason's already twitching, thick and heavy against his zipper. She stares, lips wet. She's dying for it, the whole meaty stretch of him, down past her tongue, deeper, until he feels the tight flutter of her throat close around him. Neither one blinks. Tension coils tight. She drops lower, knees wide, tits pressed forward, spit already slicking her chin before she even starts.