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White Tie Affair

... split, paired with strappy heels. Despite it, in seconds, she managed to shut the door, pressed Kit to be seated, and dropped to her knees.

Skillfully, but not to the point of seeming too expert, Janina undid him, worked his pants and shorts a little way down—enough to expose his beautiful cock and balls—and once freed, she touched here and there. She lifted the heavy globes, licked his scrotum, and took the silky tip of his erection into her mouth.

The rest happened as she had hoped. His soft brown eyes closed; she knew because she looked up.

In the place of his initial surprise, his face brightened with contentment. As men do, he leaned back and let the ravishing female sort out the details.

She sucked, lightly at first, then harder. Working against the clock, she felt Kit react, and knowing he had a speech to give, she grew possessed, gripped his thighs, and felt his muscled legs tighten, relax, tighten, and relax.

Through the next few minutes, she did it more, and finally, he tensed, her mouth filled to bursting with semen, and instead of backing off, she held him in place. Determined to take all of it, she sucked until he winced. Once he was dry, she stopped and drew back.

Observing his still tightly closed eyes, Janina did the opposite of what her instincts insisted; she awaited his inevitable re-emergence from the levitated state into which she had enticed him.

Maddeningly, at first, he did not stir. Instead, a long pause happened as Kit simmered ...

... in the pleasure of having ejaculated in a woman’s mouth. He would have stayed suspended there forever if he could have; Janina knew it; fortunately, to women, pleasuring men is not an end in itself. It is a means to an end, and with her mouth full, it was past time to move the question.

He delayed even more. Unendurable seconds ticked by, during which Janina converted from scheming slut to panicky wannabe who knew if she did not do what she needed to do—soon—she ran the unthinkable risk of coughing him away. Frantic, she tugged his glistening erection. It jarred him back to reality.

Kit opened his eyes and looked down at her. He grinned the exact grin she wanted him to grin. With lips fixed tightly against catastrophe, she half-grinned back.

He knew her predicament. She was torn between postponing a gulp and lolling his sperm on her tongue for his viewing pleasure. How many others had done what she did? She put the question from her mind. It was too threatening, too demeaning. Her inner Scarlett O’Hara said, ‘I can't think about that right now. If I do, I'll go crazy. I'll think about that tomorrow.’He delighted in her jittery stamina and nodded permission to execute a woman’s last full measure of devotion. His message was clear. It eased the dreaded prospect of choking.

She stuck out her tongue, waited through his inevitable nod, swallowed his cum, stood, and planted a sultry kiss on his mouth. In a thick and labored voice, she quietly returned him to reality. ...