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 righ
