Prom Warm-Up

Helen poked her head in to check on Paul. He's finishing up with his bowtie, nerves all over the place. Turns out he's not worried about prom - he's terrified about what comes after. Him and his girl are planning on popping their cherries tonight and he's scared he'll bust in ten seconds flat and make a total ass of himself. Helen laughs, bites her lip, then drops the bomb: "Blow you right now, kid. Get that first load out so you can actually perform later." Paul's jaw hits the floor, but his dick says hell yes. She sinks to her knees, unzips him, and goes straight to work. She works her throat on him hard, taking every inch till her nose presses against his stomach. Gagging. Eyes watering. Swallow after greedy swallow like she wants the whole damn thing.