Becky peeled Jesse's muscle-tee pajama shirt off his ripped torso. Tossing it to the floor she leaned down and kissed his neck. She left a trail of light kisses down his body, the kind of kisses that were so delicate they almost tickled when her lips grazed his skin. She pulled down his sweats, watching his stiff member spring up. Jesse stroked Becky's hair as she suckled on his sac and massaged his head and tip with her thumb. Her lips opened wider to take his balls in her mouth. Pleasantly surprised with her sensual act Jesse gave a deep sigh and began to massage the top of her head. At the same time Becky slid an open but firm fist down his cock with one hand, then the other, and kept going while she painted intricate swirls around his skin with the tip of her soft tongue. Jesse's moans were becoming out of control as she stimulated his balls and his cock at the same time. He twitched in her hands and she brought her mouth up to him just as he came -
Jesse jolted upright. He looked around, sitting up on his bed. He lifted up the blanket and then his sweats to peek at his cum-stained boxers.
"Shit, not again." he muttered.