Let her get you off...

You let Yasmin take over. She continues to work herself up and down the top half of your shaft at a slow pace.

You feel her pull back up, this time breaking off contact with your cock.

"I want that sample," she tells you.

She then moves back onto it, her brown eyes locked on yours as she sucks you, seeking your approval. She begins to work her mouth slowly lower and lower down your shaft and also increase the pace at which she is going. Her hand, meanwhile, is stimulating your balls for her sample, if she wants it and she is working for it.

You feel her begin to have her own orgasm, her moans getting louder, she must have been working herself while giving you oral. She forces herself all the way down, engulfing your cock, already on the precipice from her work, her moans racing through your cock finally push you over the edge, you erupt into her mouth filling the condom.

You pull back as soon as the orgasm is over, pulling the ballooning condom out of her throat. She coughs and gasps for air, her face red from the lack of it. You pull off the condom, tie it off, and set it aside for Yasmin.

"You ok?" you ask.

"That was amazing, alhamdulillah," she says, smiling while red-faced.

Some time goes by both of you collecting yourselves.

"Right," she says, standing up, she picks up the tied off, condom.

"Thank you," she says in a sing-song manner.