Izzy tries and fails

Izzy’s jaw ached from the thought of opening her mouth wide enough to attempt what came next. She angled her head, tried to find the right approach, the way she might maneuver an unwieldy piece of luggage through a narrow doorway. Ward’s cock loomed, thick and heavy. The head was an angry purple. She wet her lips, summoned every scrap of courage she had left, and went for it. Her mouth stretched around the head. Just the head. Not enough. Her lips strained to accommodate the girth, and when she tried to take more her throat seized up instantly. Nerves, she thought. She hadn't expected to be doing this tonight. And it had been a long time since she'd gotten any action. And it had never, ever been with someone as big as this. She tried to impale herself on it again. A gurgle came out of her. Her eyes welled up. She pulled back and coughed. A string of saliva connected her lower lip to the tip of his cock.

"Oh, honey," Mina said, dripping with pity.

Okay, so she hadn't expected privacy, exactly, but Izzy'd hoped she wouldn't be watched as she embarrassed herself. Her face warmed. Like a virgin, she thought. Touched for the very first time. Madonna wouldn't be struggling, in her shoes. Ward’s blank stare was on her again. Or, his almost blank stare. There was a small trace of a change. His brow quirked. He didn't budge at all to help her, because he was waiting to see if she could figure it out herself. Can't you have some fucking patience? Izzy thought, but she tried to stuff it down so it wouldn't show on her face.

She tried again. This time she opened wider, trying to channel the spirit of the snake so she could unhinge her jaw, and **** herself down until the head pushed past her lips into the wet cavern of her mouth. She flattened her tongue to suppress her gag reflex. His size gave her no room to move. When she attempted to push further, her throat clenched like a fist. Another gag, and louder than the last one. She pulled off entirely and turned her head to cough into her shoulder, tears spilling down her cheeks. A runny mascara look could be sexy, but not when it ran because she just couldn't give head properly. This wasn't fair.

I can’t, she thought. I literally cannot do this.

Mina was still going. Gk. Gk. Gk, with the smooth glide of Mina's throat taking Paul's dick like it was nothing at all. Like she’d been born to do it. Paul muttered, “That’s it, sweetheart,” and Mina giggled around his shaft. The vibration making him groan.

Izzy hated herself. Mina gave her this basic task and she couldn’t even manage the first step. Her body betrayed her. The mind was willing but the flesh was weak. She could feel Ward’s patience thinning. “Sorry,” she whispered, her voice wrecked after only two attempts. “I’m sorry, I...”