The initial shock of the contact was quickly replaced by the heavy, suffocating weight of incompetence. Jessica moved her head, trying desperately to mimic the smooth, confident rhythm she had witnessed on a screen, but the movements felt awkward, jerky, and insufficient. Her jaw was already starting to ache, and the texture and heat were overwhelming her senses. She fought to keep the focus in her eyes, determined to meet his gaze, but the sheer, unfamiliar mechanics of the act kept distracting her, pulling her attention inward. She could feel herself struggling, her breathing too shallow, her efforts falling short of the required "service."
Alex didn't flinch or look away. He remained perched over her, his eyes locked on hers, but the raw desire in his face was beginning to curdle into
