Yes

I don't really have a choice. Imagine what'd happen if he finds out I'm not Reagan. I can't turn him into a suit because the remote is currently in my pocket. My actual pocket. Which is underneath the suit. I can't take it off. As I lower myself down to my knees, I find that the cock is almost as large as my face, and a girth so large it's definitely going to not fit.

Maybe he grew a little impatient, because John grabs my neck roughly before putting my mouth onto his dick, and I lose balance, my hands on his legs as the head of the cock is in my mouth. I can taste the saltiness, and begin to suck a little hesitantly, a bit of pain coming from my jaws because it's stretched. I try to raise my head to take a breath but he's holding me steady and pushes me deeper. I expect to ****, but I'm finding that large meaty rod going into my throat without ****. Seems that Reagan doesn't have a gag reflex, which makes me regret not being the one in John's position right now.

As I keep going, I feel hot, finding myself getting into the rhythm and sucking it off. I'm disgusted, but I have to admit. I'm aroused. I'm in a body of a 30 year old woman and it has to be the female sex drive kicking in as opposed to my male one. I suck harder, my head rising, dropping, moans coming from my lips as I feel his cock pulse before forcing my head lower, his balls hitting my chins with every little thrust.