Correct her gently

"So, uh, Jessie," I softly said to the girl giving me seriously mediocre head. "Can you use your tongue a bit more? And maybe, uh, lubricate it more?"

"Luhgbigaid?" she tried to say with her mouth on my cock. God her blue eyes were stunningly deep.

"Like, um spit to make it wetter," I said, assuming it was a vocabulary challenge.

"Oaahhhhuu," was her response. "Weth mweha."

I expected her to pull off and give it some drool. But I'll be damned if her mouth didn't spontaneously become a wet paradise, making her attentions much more pleasant. Did claimed women have control over their bodily functions just like that when their owner wanted them to? Surely not.

I almost didn't want to push, but, well, didn't I own her now? "Use your hand a little bit, too?"

She immediately added a hand rhythm. The power was intoxicating. But I was quickly realizing that I didn't really know what made a good blow job. I just knew it when I felt it. Still, my heretofore attention deprived dick felt like it was close to a satisfying climax. Maybe I could hold it in, though.