Lucky Christmas

Lucky Fate sits with his legs spread, staring down at Jessica Ryan's mouth stretched wide around him. She works him slow and deliberate, her tongue flat against the underside, pulling him deeper every time her head dips. Spit runs down her chin in thin strands. She grips the base of his cock and twists her fist in sync with each stroke of her lips. Her makeup's half ruined. He watches her cheeks hollow as she sucks harder, the wet sound of it filling the room. Jessica's eyes flick up, daring him, pushing past the ache in her jaw to keep taking more. His knuckles are white where he's gripping the edge of the chair.