I part my lips and engulf Jack’s cock in my mouth. My jaw opens to its full capacity to accommodate his size, and I hum my appreciation. “Wanton wench,” he says, his voice breathy. “You sure like the taste of my cock.” Sucking in my cheeks to create more of a vacuum, I hide a smile. It’s too early to celebrate. I still have to make him cum. As Jack rocks forward on the balls of his feet, I ease him further into my mouth.
