Her fingers floated over the front of his thighs, brushing against his heavy balls, before circling his shaft at the base. Holding him steady, Jenny opened her mouth a little wider to take in more of his cock, hot and wet and aching where the suction of her lips stayed tight around his length. She stopped just past the head, but her tongue never did, dancing and dipping into the slit and finding every ridge and every nerve she could. Then she half-moaned, half-sighed. The vibrations shot straight through him.