She watches Jen give a blow job

The air was thick with anticipation as Wendy stood in the closet, her heart pounding in her chest. She could hear the muffled voices of Jen and Craig as they entered the room, their footsteps soft against the carpet. The closet door was slightly ajar, allowing a sliver of light to cut through the darkness. Wendy held her breath, her eyes fixed on the gap, as she waited for the moment Jen had promised. The sound of clothing rustling reached her ears, followed by a low, nervous laugh from Craig. Jen's voice was calm and reassuring, guiding him toward the bed. The mattress creaked under their weight, and Wendy's grip on the door tightened as she strained to see through the narrow opening. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, casting long shadows across the walls. Craig's back was to her, his shirt pulled up, revealing his tense muscles. Wendy's breath caught in her throat as she realized what was about to happen. The tension in the room was palpable, and she could feel her own excitement mingling with the nervous energy as she waited for the moment to come.

As Jen's fingers brushed the hem of her top, Wendy's pulse quickened, her breath hitching in her throat. The fabric slid up slowly, revealing the curve of Jen's waist, then the lace edge of her bra. Craig's eyes widened as Jen pulled the top over her head, the movement graceful yet charged with tension. The bra followed, slipping off her shoulders with a soft clasp, and Jen's breasts spilled free, full and round in the dim light. Craig's breath caught, his hands reaching up before he seemed to think better of it, his fingers curling into fists at his sides.

Jen's hands moved with practiced ease, her fingers deftly undoing the buttons of Craig's jeans. The sound of the zipper was faint but distinct, cutting through the heavy silence like a whispered promise. Wendy's eyes widened as Jen's hands slipped beneath the waistband, her knuckles brushing against the fabric as she pulled both pants and boxers down in one smooth motion. Craig's breath hitched, his chest rising sharply as he grasped the bedframe behind him, his fingers whitening with tension.

Wendy's breath came in shallow gasps as Jen's hands finally closed around Craig's erection, her fingers wrapping around the base with a confident yet gentle touch. The dim light danced across Jen's face, illuminating the concentration in her eyes as she began to move her hand in slow, deliberate strokes. Craig's head dropped back, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard, his breath escaping in ragged gasps. The room seemed to shrink, the only sound the soft rustle of skin against skin and the pounding of Wendy's heart in her ears. She pressed herself closer to the door, her cheek almost touching the wood as she strained to see every detail.

Jen's lips brushed against the tip of Craig's erection, her tongue darting out to taste the precum that glistened on the mushroom head. She traced the veins with her tongue, her mouth wrapping around him as she began to move up and down, her strokes synchronized with the rhythm of her hand. Craig's breath came in sharp gasps, his fingers tightening on the bedframe as he struggled to keep his balance. The dim light highlighted the beads of sweat forming on his forehead, his chest heaving with each ragged inhale. Wendy's cheek pressed against the closet door, her eyes glued to the scene unfolding before her.

Jen's lips tightened around him, her mouth moving in a rhythm that matched the quickening pace of her hand. She squeezed his balls gently, her fingers applying just enough pressure to draw a sharp gasp from Craig. His head jerked back, the tendons in his neck straining as he fought to keep his eyes open, to watch her as she worked him. The dim light caught the sheen of saliva on her lips, and the way her hair fell in soft waves around her face as she moved. Craig's hands tightened on the bedframe, as he struggled to stay upright.

Craig's breath came in sharp, erratic gasps as Jen's pace quickened, her mouth and hand working in perfect sync. The dim light caught the beads of sweat trickling down his chest, his muscles tensed with the effort of holding back. Jen's fingers tightened around the base, her strokes growing faster, more insistent, as she sensed the building pressure. Craig's hands gripped the bedframe so hard his knuckles were white, his head thrown back in a mixture of pleasure and strain. The room was filled with the sound of ragged breathing and the soft, wet sounds of Jen's efforts. As Jen's lips slid further down Craig's shaft, the warmth of her mouth enveloped him, and he felt a surge of pleasure course through his body. Her throat muscles contracted around him, creating a tight, pulsating pressure that drew a deep, guttural moan from his lips. The dim light of the room highlighted the beads of sweat trickling down his chest, his muscles tensed with the effort of holding back. Jen's hands, still gripping the base of his cock, moved in sync with her mouth, her fingers tightening slightly as she felt his balls begin to tighten. The sensation was almost overwhelming, and Craig's fingers dug deeper into the bedframe, his knuckles white with tension.