Craig cums in her mouth

Craig's fingers tangled roughly in the back of Jen's hair, his voice strained as he moaned, "I'm going to cum, Jen." His hips twitched involuntarily, pushing deeper into her mouth as his breath hitched in sharp, erratic gasps. Jen didn't pull away; instead, she tightened her lips around him, her tongue swirling in a frantic rhythm that matched the desperation in Craig's pleas. Her hands still gripped the base of his cock, her strokes quickening as she felt the tension in his body build to a breaking point.

Craig's voice trembled as he moaned, "That's it, baby, don't stop, I'm going to cum." His words were laced with desperation, his hips twitching involuntarily as he pushed deeper into Jen's mouth. The dim light of the room highlighted the beads of sweat trickling down his chest, his muscles tensed with the effort of holding back. Jen's hands still gripped the base of his cock, her strokes quickening as she felt the tension in his body build to a breaking point. With a final, deep thrust, Craig's body stiffened, and he erupted, his cum shooting down Jen's throat. She swallowed, her throat muscles contracting around him, drawing a guttural moan from his lips. Craig's fingers tightened in her hair, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he struggled to maintain his balance. The room was filled with the heavy sounds of their shared pleasure, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex.

As Craig's ragged breaths began to steady, Jen slowly lifted her head, her lips glistening in the dim light. The room was heavy with the scent of sex and sweat, and Wendy, still hidden in the closet, felt her own arousal spike. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she pressed herself against the wall, the wood cool against her flushed skin. She could feel the heat between her legs, a throbbing desire that mirrored the intensity of what she had just witnessed.