<div class="floatleft">(http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ly82d4uzp81qa0b1ao1_500.png)</div><br/>She tried not to make a habit out of laughing at Marc. He didn’t respond to it well. She made an exception tonight. Maybe it was the booze, the stress from the day or because he was close and she knew it.<br/><br/>“You’re doing so well baby,” she told Jasmine, brushing the girl’s blonde hair away from her face, “He’s close. To think some untalented slag like you could make him cum without even getting to the back of her throat.”<br/><br/>She then gripped those blonde locks tightly and tilted her head back, making her open her jaw even wider. He wanted to feel those lips on his balls and his wish was her command, Jasmine would do it even if her physique told her it was impossible.<br/><br/>“Go on darling, try to make it to the finish line before your starter pistol goes off.” She told him with a snicker, “Just make sure you cum on her face, and make her know who she belongs to.”<br/>