Ok, fine!

"Do you really need me to?" she asked, eyeing his face, her attention blatantly staying away from his throbbing cock.

"YES," Phil almost begged, stepping yet closer, his cock dripping precum.

"Fine," she snapped, "but don't touch my hair, and don't cum on my face. Got it?"

Phil put his hands behind his back, nodding. Most of his fantasies about blow jobs included looking down into Gloria's eyes, but any port in a storm, right? He leaned his head back, imagining Gloria on her knees at Christmas time, with him standing in front of her, telling her to enjoy his cock since it was the only present she deserves.

Claire's mouth wrapped around his cock, and she expertly sucked him into her mouth. After years of marriage, she knew exactly how to please her husband, and her tongue running along the bottom of his cock, then flicking against the tip of the head every time she moved her head away was just the right trick to drive him over the edge. She easily got him to orgasm within mere minutes, knowing she didn't have time to cum herself, swallowing his sperm as she had that first time she sucked him after senior prom so long ago.

"There, are you satisfied?" she asked, wiping the minute traces of sperm from her lips and licking her finger.

"Yeah," Phil breathed, almost falling back as the weariness of his orgasm threatened to overwhelm him.

"Good, now why don't you go make yourself a sandwich while I fix my makeup."