She does. Both things.

Janet wraps a hand behind your neck and stands on tiptoe to kiss you, her mouth hot and exciting as she strokes your cock with her other hand. The taste and feel of her has you stiff and ready, and when she slowly slides to her knees, nuzzling your body as she goes it sends a shock racing up your spine.

She grasps you around the base of your shaft, grinning up at you as she laps the tip with her hot little tongue, looking like a kitten sampling some cream. She purrs as she swirls her tongue around the head, then plants a kiss on the tip.

"Mmmmm….I think you're fibbing...this tastes like pussy..."

"You're familiar with the taste of pussy, are you?"

"I'm at that experimental age," she giggles. "If this isn't Millie, then who..." she muses, lapping at your meat again. "Julia perhaps...or maybe that skinny redhead Grace...she looks at you as though she's yearning for this inside her."

"I make it a practise not to talk about other women, especially when a gorgeous woman is on her knees in front of my cock."

"Very wise...but a girl can be curious...Mmmmmmm…very hot and tasty...let me see what I can do...." she purrs, slowly taking you into her mouth, her cheeks moving as she starts to suck hard, her hand fondling your balls. You grunt at the sensation, stroking her curly hair as she bobs her head slowly, taking you deeper with each movement. You smile down at her, wondering how she'd react if you told her that what she was tasting was Millie's ass instead of some girl's cunt.

Probably not well, you tell yourself, but not able to suppress a grin at the thought.