<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/zB1pHVO.jpg?1)</div><br/>The wetness in Jax's mouth is building as she begins to pump his shaft in a semi-circular motion with her hand, stroking his lower belly with her fingers teasingly as she settles into a steadying and increasing rhythm with her head and tongue against that pace and works her neck and shoulders to delve his girth deeper and deeper into the recesses of her mouth and throat, leaving his shaft glistening as she begins to suck him off with an increasing determination and enjoyment.  She smiles at his words and pauses at his head, emitting a few hot breaths across the crown of him as she catches her breath and lets her tongue work the ridge of his flared head for a moment while she watches, seeming curiously satisfied that his enjoyment is... adequate...? and swallows a mouthful of her saliva mixed with his pre-cum.  "Not to be... scientific..." she says... managing, with her Scots lilt to make the words actually sound... well?... rather seductive... "but I expect what I feel is very different, in a..." and she interrupts the sentence with a delicate and teasing kiss at his glans, "...very feminine, and..." and another kiss, then a lap at the slit at the tip of his cock, so she can taste his pre-cum more boldly, "wonderful way... but... isn't that the beauty of it?"  and at that she smiles, nuzzling her cheek against the side of his shaft like a precious gift, before placing her lips at the tip and, in a long, sudden delve, swallowing as much of his length as she can handle-- almost (but not all) of his length disappearing into her mouth and throat as she silently mouths and kisses his length before withdrawing all the way to the tip for a long, wet kiss that leaves a warm, wet coating of saliva to glisten along his length.<br/><br/>"There are condoms in the dresser, if you want" she says with a soft voice, then climbs beside him, turning her hips to look alongside the length of her body, her ass coming close enough to let him see both hemispheres of her curved and toned rear.  "But you don't<i>have</i>to use one.  You're clean, and I am too, and I can't get pregnant."  She then begins to stroke his length with her hands, up and down to meet in the middle of his length, then brushes her lips over his tip again as she strokes him.  "Just... so you know that, before you take me.  But you can take me."  Her eyes haze over lustily as she studies him, and she laps gently at his head before she parts her thighs just a bit near him, letting him position her-- or take control-- however he wishes.  "It's up to you."