Jax’s c**k hangs heavy in front of my face, still half-hard, glistening with our mixed mess.
I lean forward without him having to ask again. My tongue flicks out first, lapping at the underside of his shaft where my slick coats him thickest. He tastes like us. Salty, musky, a little bitter from his c*m. I moan at the flavor, low in my throat.
"Good girl," he mutters as his hand slides into my hair, not pulling yet, just guiding. "Clean every inch. Don't miss a drop."
I take him into my mouth slow. The head bumps the back of my tongue and I relax my throat, swallowing him deeper until my nose presses against his pelvis. He groans, hips twitching forward once and I suck hard on the upstroke, tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge as his fingers tighten in my hair.
"f**k, Zara. That
