My First BJ

Sovereign catches the boy already hard in the bathroom, eyes glued to her cleavage. She smirks, towel still clinging to one wet tit, and kicks the door shut with her foot. "Looks like somebody got dirty after all," she says, stepping closer. He stammers about needing to get clean, but her hand’s already wrapped around his cock—thick, hot, throbbing. "Mommy’s taking care of it," she murmurs, drops to her knees on the cold tile, and spits a thick rope right on the tip. Tongue out, she slides him deep, slow enough to hear him choke on a moan. Every inch disappears behind painted lips while her free hand cups his balls, kneading, urging. Spit coats his shaft, dripping off her chin in shiny threads, and she doesn’t break eye contact once. When he grabs her hair and pushes, she just laughs around his dick and swallows him to the root, throat working like she’s been waiting for this mouth-full for months. He cums in hard pulses straight down her gullet; she swallows every drop, wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, and gives his still-twitching cock a friendly little slap. "Now that’s how you get squeaky clean."