WE NEED TO TALK

Jake gulped as his eyes widened, "Tiff, did you drink a lot during Paris' party?"

Tiffany shook her head, "I'm very much sober, Jake."

With these words, she went on her knees and held his dick, stroking it with her hand while he gasped in pleasure.

As his length doubled in size, she moved her face closer and took it into his mouth.

"Wow! Wow! Oh, Tiff!" A series of grunts followed as Jake's breathing became heavy.

He closed his eyes and his hand caressed the top of her hair as he found himself on cloud nine.

The sound of his rhythmic moaning filled the room and soon, he clutched her hair, shaking as his precum slipped out.

Holding Tiffany's arms, he lifted her up and carried her out of the bathroom. Laying her on the bed, he parted her legs, and heat pulsed through her blood when he drove his tongue into her.

She began twisting from one side to the other as she panted. Her hands gathered the sheets at her sides, her breasts became even fuller and her nipples hardened as his tongue dr