I let Jenna ride my face

I pull out. I lean forward to whisper in Jenna’s ear, “I need to taste your pussy.”

“Oh, please—oh, please,” she whimpers.

“Lie down on your back,” I tell her.

Jenna starts moving, then stops. “No,” she says breathlessly. “You lie down. I want to sit on your face.”

“In that case,” I say wryly, “I’m gonna want a towel.” She points me in the direction of the bathroom.

I take off the glasses and set them aside. I lie down with my head against the back of the couch and drape the towel over myself like a bib. Jenna straddles my head and braces herself against the back of the couch. She lowers herself on to my face and softly rubs against me, sliding her slick quim forward and back. I grab a perky mound with each hand. I massage them gently, enjoying their soft firmness. I stick out my tongue and swirl it around Jenna’s cleft as she moves.

“Fuck, this is good, this is so good,” Jenna coos. “Play with my girls, baby, play with my sweet girls. You touch me so good . . . I love your tongue—your tongue feels wonderful in my pussy . . . lick my little pussy with your magic tongue—aaah!” Her movement brings her reddening hole within reach. I stab my tongue upward, piercing her sex, and wiggle what I can. She rotates her hips and presses down to let me probe deeper. I press my lips into her slick pink flesh and suck hard, drinking her nectar. “Yeah, baby, yeah, baby, yeah, yeah, yeah,” she moans. “Eat that pussy, eat that wet little pussy, drink my juices, lick me out—lick me out, magic man, squeeze my soft titties, fuck you make me feel so fucking hot, so fucking horny, so fucking wet . . .”

I pull my tongue out after a while. Jenna slides back down my face, moaning softly. Her clit comes within range and I capture it, sucking it deep into my mouth and capturing it lightly with my teeth. I flicker my tongue over and around it. I suck hard. “Fuck—fuck—fuck—fuck—fuck—” she gasps explosively. “Suck me—suck me—suck me—suck me—suck my clit—suck my clit—suck my clit—fuck don’t stop I’m so close—so close—so—so—so—fucking—so—good—close—”

I hum the bass riff to “Peter Gunn” to finish her off, and it works. Jenna goes off like a bomb in my face. She grinds against me hard and shrieks like an angry hawk. I can feel her juices running down my face; it makes me glad I got the towel. She cums hard and long before finally slumping forward onto the back of the couch.