Jennifer froze for a second, her lips still wrapped around me, before pulling back with a soft, reluctant pop. Her lips were swollen and glistening, her chest rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths. She looked up at me, her eyes dark with frustration and excitement, and let out a breathy laugh.
"Shit," she whispered, her voice thick with need. "She's early."
She gave my cock one last, lingering lick, her tongue swirling around the tip before she reluctantly pulled away.
"Stay here," she murmured, her voice husky. In one fluid motion, she adjusted the blanket over me, tucking it around my body until only my cock remained exposed—erect, glistening, and impossible to ignore. "Don't move. I'll bring her here."
With that, Jennifer straightened her dress, the fabric whispering against her skin as she smoothed it down. She ran her fingers through her hair, her lips still swollen from her efforts, and shot me one last smoldering look—her eyes dark with promise.
