Yes, please.

Ashley finished topping up their glasses and began walking slowly towards Jeff with care to avoid spilling anything. Placing their drinks on the table, she went back to the kitchen to grab bag of chips from the counter. Ass he spun around, she noticed Jeff grabbing his cock quickly. It seems I still have an effect on him, she thought, returning to the living room. Along the way she stumbled and dropped the chips, her left foot kicking them to rest at Jeff’s feet. She knelt down to retrieve the bag and came eye level with his cock. She could see it up his shorts, rock hard. Ashley sat there staring for a moment, then placed her hands on his knees to balance herself as she stood up.

“S-sorry,” she stuttered.

Using his hands Jeff motioned her to stay there, and Ashley sat back down. He reached forward with one hand to take his drink, and settling back down on the couch, ran the other along his cock. Ashley’s eyes followed his hand back and forth as he caressed it, her breathing becoming heavy. Her tube top, jostled by the stumble, slid down further with each breath. Jeff pulled out his cock and began playing with it.

For the third time Ashley found herself kneeling in from of him, his eyes locked on her chest. Reaching up she pulled down the top and slid her tits free, then continued up to tie her hair in a ponytail. Jeff pumped his cock faster as she sat up to give him a better view. A gunshot rang through the living room. Jeff’s attention broke as he looked to the TV, only to feel his legs being pulled forward. Turning back, he saw Ashley was inches away from his cock, her warm breath falling around it. With one hand, she wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft and pointed it towards her open mouth and slapped his cock on her outstretched tongue. The other hand began to play with his balls. Jeff let out a slight moan; already he was precum was issuing from the head. She started to lick up and down the shaft, lapping it up, not unlike the ice cream dripping from her cone. She made her way to the top, wrapping her lips around the head and began sucking, her hand pumping his shaft up and down. Ashley was in her element: on her knees with her hair up, tits out, stuffing a cock down her throat.

Jeff watched as her head bobbed up and down in his lap. She was taking it all the way down effortlessly - spit drooled from her mouth onto her chest as she slurped on this throbbing erection. Removing her hands to massage her breasts, she started deep throating him. Each time she reached the base of his cock she would **** her tongue out to lick his balls, then drag it back up the shaft. Once more she went down, sending a meaning look at Jeff’s hand. Taking the hint, he gripped her hair and began thrusting upwards; slowly at first, gently increasing in speed as he let out a moan. He watched as her left hand descended to her shorts, unbuttoning them to play with herself.

“You like being face-fucked?” asked Jeff. He felt her head nod as she let out a moan, sending more spit down his cock and her neck to her chest.

“Take it all the way the way down, yeah, that’s it. Now hold it,” said Jeff. After several seconds, Ashley gagged and he released his grip. To his shock she stayed there with his cock lodged in her throat. Twice more she gagged until she finally came up for air, drenched in spit and precum. As she gathered her breath, she sat up to pushed his cock between her slippery breasts and started titty-fucking him.

Jeff was ready to blow. He had been pent up ever since meeting Ashley a couple hours ago and couldn’t hold off any longer. He thighs began to shake and he let out a whimper.

“I’m going to c-c-cum,” he said.

Immediately Ashley thrust her mouth on his cock and used her hand to pump it vigorously - Jeff let out a final moan as he blew his load in her mouth. She swallowed it all in several gulps, the other hand still jammed in her shorts.