She slowly raised her hands and held his thighs. She moved forward while kneeling and slowly buried her head between his legs.
Hans's hands were just lightly placed on the edge of the bed so he could look down at Jennifer pleasing him. All of a sudden, his face darkened, his pupils contracted, and his hands clenched up. He bit his lips as if he was holding onto something, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Jennifer below him slowed down her pace, going in and out.
Hans finally couldn't take it anymore and pressed down her head on him.
Jennifer was not used to this. Her lips were small, so she could barely fit his p*nis into her mouth. She would pull it out every time before it reached her throat. Even then, she would still feel nauseated. Hans's pushing forced his p*nis right into her throat. The salty taste assaulted all her senses.
"Blaargh... " In the end, she couldn't hold back. She turned around, supported herself up with her hand, and retched uncomfortably.
Hans looked down at her from above, with his p*nis still erect. Looking at her from the side, her breasts looked fuller and her pink bra accentuated her nice figure. Her white shirt messily rested on her shoulder, revealing her shoulders, and her blue jeans exposed her hot figure in front of him. As she turned to her back, her slender waist and butt teased him endlessly.
"That's all you could take?" His cold voice tried to suppress his restlessness with a trace of irony. "It seems that you haven't learned anything from other men."
Jennifer teared up from her waves of nausea. She couldn't care less about his mocking. She lowered her head and retched for a long time, but there was only her saliva.
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