Mouth, NOW!

The **** is hitting you both hard. You lean in close while still grinding against her on the dance floor, your lips brushing her ear.

“I want to use that pretty mouth of yours, right now,” you murmur, voice low and rough.

Sarah’s eyes widen for a second, then she licks her lips slowly, a drunk, horny smile spreading across her face. Without a word, she grabs your hand and drags you through the chaotic crowd toward a darker, less crowded corner of the gym near some stacked bleachers and decorations.

The area is dimly lit and mostly ignored by everyone else. Sarah pushes you back against the wall, drops to her knees right there in her red dress, and quickly opens your pants. Your hard cock springs out, already leaking.

“Fuck, Jack… you’re so demanding,” she whispers, looking up at you with glassy, lust-filled eyes. She doesn’t hesitate. She grabs the base of your cock and immediately takes you into her warm, wet mouth.

Sarah sucks you eagerly, her head bobbing with sloppy, drunken enthusiasm. Her tongue swirls around the head before she pushes deeper, taking more of you with wet, gagging sounds. Drool runs down her chin and drips onto the top of her massive cleavage, which is jiggling with every movement.

You groan and put a hand on the back of her dark hair, guiding her as she works your cock. She looks up at you the whole time, eyes watery but hungry, her red dress still bunched from earlier. The risk of being seen in the corner only makes it hotter.

Sarah hollows her cheeks and sucks harder, one hand stroking what she can’t fit in her mouth while the other fondles your balls. She pops off for a second, gasping for air, strings of spit connecting her lips to your cock.

“You like using your cousin’s mouth like this?” she slurs drunkenly before diving back down, taking you even deeper until her nose presses against your stomach.

It doesn’t take long. Between the ****, the grinding earlier, and how good her mouth feels, you thrust into her throat a few times and cum hard. Sarah moans around your cock, swallowing every drop like a good girl, sucking you clean until you’re spent.

She pulls off with a wet pop, licking her lips and wiping the corner of her mouth with her finger. She looks satisfied and messy, flushed cheeks, smudged lipstick, and a bit of drool still on her chin.

Before either of you can say anything, Sarah glances toward the main area and freezes.

“Shit… Jack, look,” she whispers, quickly standing up and fixing her dress. “The girls no are waving us over.”