He grabs it tight and yanks down the front of my bra with his other hand.

I feel the stretchy material underneath pushing my boobs up and together.

With both hands on my head, Jack starts bouncing me off his dick. He doesn’t thrust, just jerks himself with my mouth.

I can feel him hitting the back of my mouth hard again and again until he just holds it there. He waits a few seconds before pushing at my throat. I’m not sure why I wasn’t ready for this, but I start to panic. I grab at his legs and at the couch, twisted away a bit. No matter how hard I squirm, Jack’s big hands around my head just keep pushing my mouth down on him, pushing past my mouth and into my throat.

I had forgotten Emma for a moment, but try again to look over. It’s impossible to see much. My eyes are all watering and Jack is really starting to work me hard and fast. I usually love getting my face smashed like this, but all I can think in this moment is that I’m sure Emma is gonna be scared away if she’s watching this.

When Jack lets me go he’d had about half of his cock jammed down my throat. I’m a mess. My face is red, mascara dripping down my cheeks. I’m covered in spit and phlegm. My nose is running and my hair is all over the place.