Jennifer's Box Gets Filled

Jennifer swung by, horny as hell. Her tits? Grade-A, perfect weight, tight little nips begging to be pinched. I got both hands on them, squeezing while she wrapped her fingers around my cock and pumped slow. Her mouth was next—lips stretched wide, warm tongue swirling, then she jammed me down her throat till her nose touched skin. She gagged, pulled back, grinned, swallowed me again like a challenge. Soon she straddled my lap, aimed me at that dripping slit, and sank down, pussy clenching like a fist. She bounced—slick, fast, heavy—slamming her ass every stroke. I hit her deep, felt her walls milking, then I blew, pumping thick ropes of cum till it spilled out around my shaft.