Yeah—especially when her tits get involved*

Jenna opens my pants and pulls down. Her jaw drops at the size of my cock when it springs free. “Fuck,” she breathes, “that’s even bigger than I hoped. That’s fucking gorgeous.” She curls her tongue around my knob, then sucks on it gently. Suddenly she pulls off me and rapidly sheds her blouse and bra. She sends them flying across the room. I take advantage of the opportunity to get rid of my pants and shoes.

Abruptly, Jenna deepthroats me. She swallows multiple times, massaging my cockhead with her throat muscles. She pulls off and purrs, “This is the cock I’ve been missing . . . it tastes so good in my mouth, and it feels wonderful in the back of my throat . . . it’s so hard, and the skin is so soft . . . It’s gonna feel fucking beautiful in my tight little pussy . . .” She deepthroats me again in one swift movement. I groan and reach down to grab one of her perfect bare tits. She moans around my dick at my touch; the vibrations feel wonderful.

Jenna bobs her head frantically up and down, keeping my knob in her throat and swallowing rapidly. Her motion makes it difficult to keep fondling her boob, but I manage. I squeeze her springy flesh and caress her silken skin. I pinch her nipple hard, which makes her shudder. I cup her curvy mound in my hand to feel its bouncy weight.

Jenna pulls off and moans, “Your hand on my tit feels amazing with your dick in my mouth—you’ve got my titties so sensitive—they need more—wanna fuck ’em, stud?”

“Fuck yeah,” I growl.