Eye fucking, eating ass

She didn’t get to finish. Ward pulled her back by the head, and then down. He shoved her face down toward his balls. Her nose pressed into the soft, warm, wrinkled skin. The smell hit her. Very male. She gasped, and his grip tightened. "There," he said. His first word to her all night. Izzy understood. She wasn’t going to get his cock in her throat tonight. It would take her months of humiliating training to do it, but for tonight, there were other things she could do. If she didn't want to let Mina down.

Her lips found one of his balls. She gave it a pathetic peck, and then opened her mouth to suck. The skin drew up between her lips, and she pulled gently on it. He let go of her hair, and she sucked harder at his sack. Good. He likes this. She moved to the other side, sucking again, her hand pumping his shaft in a way she hoped would make up for her other failings. His cock twitched against her palm. Pre-cum beaded at the tip, dripping down onto her knuckles. She kept going, lapping at the seam between his balls.

It was humiliating. Not just because she was sucking on the balls of a stranger in his forties, though that was pretty bad too, but because she was trying. She wanted Mina to look over and see her succeeding at it. If he were forcing her it would be terrible, but maybe one day she could come to terms with the fact that it wasn't her fault. He wasn't. She was sucking his balls and jerking off his (fucking, too big!) dick all of her own volition.

His hand was on her head again. She blinked in confusion, and her lips relaxed for just a second. He pushed. Downward. She resisted for a fraction of a second, confused, until his balls bumped against her forehead and she realized where he wanted her to go.

No. She paused. He couldn't be serious.

He shifted his legs wider and leaned more on the top of her head. Under his balls, which her tongue vainly tried to touch, and lower still. Her face was level with his thighs now. She could feel the heat radiating from between his legs. The smell of his sweat was in her nostrils. And the strawberry lip gloss Mina had talked her into wearing before they left. It made for a sickly sweet combination.

He wanted her mouth on his ass.

"I can’t," she tried to say, but the words deadened against his thigh. "I don’t, I’ve never..."

He didn’t respond. Her resistance crumbled. Okay, what was the big deal? Rappers talked about it all the time. She shut her eyes, turned her head, her cheek pressing against his skin, and allowed him to pull her up between his legs.