Player One's Blow

Brad's glued to his game, thumbs hammering buttons like his life depends on it. Laura's dripping and empty, though, and that controller doesn't stand a chance. She drops to her knees, yanks his sweats down, and slides his cock straight past her lips. Brad doesn't pause the match—he just spreads his legs wider and keeps playing. She swallows him to the root and moans around the length, wet tongue working every inch while spit runs down her chin. When he finally feels teeth, he groans, thumb slips, character dies on screen, and all he manages is a low laugh. Why the fuck would anyone say no to that mouth?