He closed his eyes again and clutched the pillow harder as her soft mouth moved to his collarbone. Slowly, she ran her tongue over it, tasting his skin. Jenny kissed her way over his pecs, flicked his n*****s with her tongue, raked her nails across his shoulders. She worked her way down his body, moving closer and closer to his c**k, and Chris thought he was actually going to die from the sweetness of it.
Jenny couldn’t believe how amazing it felt to be in control of this man’s body. He was trembling under her, obviously as turned on as hell – and he wasn’t making one move to so much as touch her. He wasn’t going to force her to do anything, she knew. He would let her explore and play for as long as she wanted, and he wasn’t going to expect her to do anything except what she was comfortab
