Helen had to admire Petersen’s control. She’d locked eyes with George as he’d entered the room and kept her lips firmly sealed around the engorged and twitching tip in her mouth. The tip of her tongue pressed tight against his slit making rapid clockwise circles. She saw his toes curl and he held his breath as he released. The position of her tongue stopped the waves of his cum shooting to the back of her throat, gagging would have spoiled the moment. She opened her mouth just enough to let a stream of white slide slowly down his shaft and over her fingers, sill gently gripping and pumping him. All the while staring at George, she finally took Kris out of her mouth and kissed his moist end with exaggerated puckered lips, flashed the most contemptuous smiling sneer she could muster, then bobbed to catch the river of cum, running her tongue unhurriedly and enthusiastically back up the throbbing member.

George howled as her tight hole took him in one swift action. He made a half assed attempt to remove the blindfold but then settled back as the urgent rhythm made him forget everything but the sensations he was feeling down there. He had been starting to get close with the blowjob, the break had reset him but this was definitely going to make him blow! He reached out and pulled her hair eliciting a gasp but she didn’t stop. He just wished he could see the sight of that pert ass bouncing on him. He’d not been this hard and this turned on in as long as he could remember. Even the condom wasn’t spoiling this!