I'm Going to Help You Out

India’s worried. Cody’s glued to that screen again, and she figures it’s not just the games that’re keeping him single. She gets why no girl calls back—the boy doesn’t have a clue. So, blunt as hell, she makes the offer. "Want lessons?" Straight to the couch. Pants down, cock up. She wraps her lips around him like it’s the most obvious fix in the world, works him deep and slow, then faster, spit sliding down the shaft while she tells him to watch, to learn, to feel every little trick she pulls from the back of her throat. Her hand pumps the base, her tongue traces circles, she pulls off just long enough to flash a cocky grin and say, "Remember this the next time you think gaming’s the only thing that matters." No lecture. Just wet sounds, hands gripping his thighs, the steady rhythm of a woman who knows exactly what she’s proving.