Jesse makes a move, sucks his cock

"Can you flip over? I'll do your front now."

As Jesse flipped over, she found herself gazing up at the toned abdomen of Ken, his thick muscular arms stretching down to knead her clavicle. Ken leaned forward, pressing his oil-lubed palms deep into her neck. This brought his legs forward, lifting his crotch directly above Jesses face.

She made an effort to raise her neck and take a sniff beneath the sweatpants, breathing in deep Ken's musk. She shuddered as the scent of him hit her. As Ken shifted, Jesse could make out the outline of his cock, clearly hung and circumcised. Jesse couldn't help herself anymore. Ken's firm hands exploring her body was too much for her.

Jesse took one of her hands and began to massage the crotch right above her face. Ken grunted unexpectedly, his hands stopped moving. While Jesse kneaded and stroked him, Ken rested his palms on her naked sweaty calves.

"What are you doing?"

"You have such a nice cock, Ken. No wonder I can always hear Carli moaning."

"I don't want to cheat on her." He lied. His cock was saying otherwise, now standing to attention, "I don't want to hurt John."

"Then let me do all the work." Jesse brought her hands up and tugged at Ken's waistline, bringing his sweats down to his knees.

Ken's turgid eight inch cock flopped out and landed across Jesse's face, his purple head bouncing on her chin. She stuck out her tung and glided it back to his sack.

"You taste so earthy and sweet. Lean back so I can take this beast down my throat."

Ken obliged, leaning back so his cock head was now aimed at Jesse's open mouth. He thrusted forward and she accepted him. When Ken could feel resistance against her throat, about halfway down his shaft, Jesse reached back and gripped Ken's ass, pulling him into her until his cock passed her threshold.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Ken shouted.

Jesse began to moan to speed him up, the vibrations hitting his base and pubic bone.

"Fuck! Jesse!! Your throat feels so fucking good." Ken thrusted roughly, his balls slapping Jesse's forehead each time with a smack. With another grunt, Ken's calves tensed as he held himself as deep as he could inside Jesse's throat. His shaft pulsed, his sack tightened, and he shot a massive load down Jesse's throat.