Bill, tormented by you sucking on his dick all this while, feels the least you can do is finish him

"Mmph!" you cry out, feeling a pinching on your legs as the dresser is let down completely. "Mmph!"

"What's she saying?" Sam calls from his position lower on the stairs.

"Dunno, what're you saying?" Bill huffs, leaning forward on the top edge of the dresser. Unfortunately, that keeps the end of his dick pressed firmly against you lips as they struggle to convey their message.

"Maybe this'll help," Tom suggests, taking hold of a little bit of hair and yanking a few times. Muffled protests escape you, but it doesn't seem to help. "Is it just me or did that sound like a moan of pleasure?"

Tom gives a few more painful yanks before you remember your hands and try to push Bill away.

"Oh hey! Guys, we've got a problem. Tom, take this end so it doesn't slide down. I'm gonna get something to wedge the dresser in place."

Tom moves away, leaving you face-first in Bill's lap like you've been for the last five minutes. A sigh escapes you, the cock that's nearly inside your mouth twitching in sympathy.

"Jenny," Bill says quietly. "I need you to do me a favor. It's kind of urgent. I mean, you've been sucking on my dick all this time while I've been trying to help you out and, well, I'm kind of ready to blow. I don't want to make a mess of myself and I can't hold it anymore. Can I, uh, take it out? Well, just open it a bit and, uh, use your mouth?"

Wincing you make a protesting sound he seems to take it for assent. His crotch eases a little from your lips, but before you can verbalize anything his hand sneaks in, unzips his pants a little, and you feel the spongy head of his dick pressed again into your lips, this time unobstructed by anything.

"Noooo!" you try to tell him, but the indecipherable hum of your words seems to be all he needed, resulting in a thick load of cum splashing into the roof of your mouth.

As if he's been saving up another several shots follow until only a dribble escapes. Before you can stop yourself habit takes over and you find yourself licking the end of his prick.

"Could you, uh, suck out the last bits? I don't want a wet spot," he whispers.

Sighing you do as he asks, swallowing the slimy loads reluctantly.

"Thanks, you can suck my dick next time I come around," he says softly, zipping up before you can object.