Domestic bliss

With Jennifer properly instructed, you turn your attention to more important things - such as watching whatever catches your attention on TV.

While you're occupied with the newest Hollywood garbage, your hand idly pets her cum-soaked hair as she dutifully bobs up and down on your cock.

Your absent-minded affection doesn't go unnoticed by Jennifer, and she interups her methodic sucking to impale herself upon your rod, gurgling with happiness as she feels your hand on her head and your cock in her throat. Drool continues to flow from her maw, her tongue lapping at your base as she slowly suffocates herself with the meat in her gullet.

Your show is interrupted by a commercial break and you casually reach down to grope her heaving breasts, squeezing and pulling them. This has the effect of lodging your meat even further down her throat as you shift forward, and you give her nipple a hard squeeze in response. Jennifer's eyes start to roll back in her head as the pleasure and the asphyxiation get to her, but even while being choked she stays firmly lodged to your base, performing her duty as a living cocksleeve.

Just as Jennifer is on the verge of passing out, the commercial break ends and you lean back into the sofa, giving her some room to breath. Your free hand - the one not occupied with the remote - gives her defiled face a hard slap to get her going again, her cum-covered cheek turning red from the impact. Thankfully for her, she gets the message and resumes her previous cocksucking pattern. Up, down, up, down she goes, the slurping of her vacuum blowjob only interrupted by her delirious, whorish moans.

You don't pay her any more mind, other than a short grunt of approval. Drool and cum continue dripping down from Jennifer's throatpussy, further soaking her body and the carpet below her, but you don't notice. The show is actually not too bad!