She panted, legs trembling, cum dripping down her thighs as I lowered her leg slow. She slid down the wall, knelt in front of me, and began licking my cock clean—slow strokes of her tongue, lapping up our mixed juices, eyes locked on mine.
My phone buzzed. Nala.
I answered, voice rough. "What's up?"
Jasmine didn't stop. She stayed on her knees, lips sealed around my cock, tongue swirling slow around the head, lapping up the last traces of us. Her eyes flicked up to mine—mischievous, daring.
"I need you here, Evan," Nala said, tension thick in her voice. "She's a tough nut to crack. Charlotte's stonewalling me. Says she'll call security if I don't back off. Threatened to have me thrown out for 'harassment.' Can you believe that?"
I exhaled hard, hips twitching as Jasmine took me deeper, throat relaxing, nose brushing my pelvis. She bobbed slow, cheeks hollowing, slurping softly.
"Yeah," I managed, hand tightening in her hair. "She's scared. Guy's got her spooked."
