Distractions

Jessica watched Dave’s predicament with detached amusement, hovering effortlessly above the guard’s fervent ministrations. A soft sigh escaped her lips as the guard’s tongue worked with ****, worshipful precision. "Well, well," she mused, her voice a lazy purr that cut through the guard’s muffled groans. "Looks like the tables have turned, Davey. Now your meat beats you." She gave a small, contented wiggle, eliciting a renewed moan from the man beneath her. "Kinda poetic, don’t you think, Doc? All that Freudian stuff you love?" She gestured vaguely towards Dave’s undulating cock, now rhythmically thumping his forehead like a fleshy metronome.

The guard’s efforts, while enthusiastic, lacked the finesse Jessica craved. A flicker of impatience crossed her face. Without a conscious thought, her powers surged—a silent command rippling through the air. Instantly, the guard’s technique transformed. His movements became rhythmic, deep, and exquisitely targeted. His tongue traced intricate patterns, his suction perfectly calibrated. A low, guttural moan vibrated against Jessica’s core as the guard’s hands found her hips, pulling her deeper. His eyes, wide and unfocused, glazed over with pure, subservient ecstasy. He was no longer a man; he was an instrument, perfectly tuned to her unspoken desire.

Dr. Virginia’s frantic street slang and Dave’s **** whimpers as his own cock continued its rhythmic **** on his forehead were amusing distractions, but Jessica’s focus narrowed to the exquisite pressure building within her. She needed silence. She needed concentration. With a lazy wave of her hand, Dr. Virginia and Dave abruptly ceased their movements. They floated gently upwards, limbs frozen in mid-gesture – Virginia mid-"fo' shizzle", Dave mid-swat – and drifted silently to the far corner of the room. They hovered there, suspended a foot off the floor, like bizarre, life-sized dolls placed neatly in time-out. Their eyes remained wide with shock and confusion, but utterly silent. The only sounds now were the guard’s muffled, fervent worship and Jessica’s soft, escalating sighs.