She takes my c**k in her mouth and sort of moves her whole head dutifully up and down. I’m a little drunk, I must admit, but it hardly feels like anything. Her lips are so thin compared to Jennifer’s that you’d barely know my c**k wasn’t just still in my pants and her mouth is so small that I hear her almost choke a couple of times, and I want to just say “Listen, you don’t have to bother, you know, it’s fine, if you’re not enjoying it”, but it seems to me that she must in some way enjoy the feelings of sexiness and power that this gives her so I just lie back and try to stay hard, remembering the way Jennifer used to give such warm, such passionate and involved head, and I realise that I must deserve this; I should have left her with Dougal really. Assuming he was trying to get in her pan
