Janice Griffith joint smoking pov blowjob tease

Sultry Janice Griffith, the busty alt girl with the perfect pouty lips, saunters into the room, her Drug Deluxe crop top struggling to contain her ample breasts, fishnet stockings hugging her shapely thighs. She fixes Owen Gray with a smoldering look through darkly lined eyes as she plops down on the bed beside him.

“What’s the occasion?” Owen asks, watching transfixed as Janice retrieves a pack of cigarettes from her cleavage. She extracts one between nimble fingers, tracing it with her tongue before slipping it between her full lips.

“I thought we could vape,” she replies with a coy smile. Janice flicks her lighter, igniting the tip with a satisfying sizzle. She inhales deeply, holding the smoke in her lungs a moment before exhaling a perfect ring that drifts hypnotically towards Owen.

He leans in, inhaling the remnants, eyes never leaving hers. Janice watches him through lowered lashes, enjoying the effect she knows she’s having. She takes another long drag, then leans closer, her warm breath escaping as she brushes her lips against Owen’s ear.

“You’ve been a very naughty boy, you know that?” she murmurs sultrily. Her fingers walk up his thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. “I think you need to be punished.”

Owen swallows hard, heart pounding. Janice takes a final drag before stubbing the cigarette out in the ashtray on the nightstand. Then she straddles his lap, breasts pushing against his chest. Owen groans, gripping her hips. She grinds down against the growing bulge in his jeans. He is so engrossed in the feeling that he doesn’t notice her reaching for the lighter again until she flicks it open with a snap.

Janice brings the flame close to his cheek, watching his pupils dilate, his breathing grow ragged. Then, slowly, teasingly, she drags it down his neck, leaving a faint red mark in its wake. Owen shudders, pulse racing. This is new, this is exciting.

Lower she traces the flickering light, down the open neck of his shirt, over his collarbone, lower still to the puckered brown nipple. Owen arches into her touch, the pain mixing deliciously with pleasure. Janice smiles, moving the flame over his abdomen, his navel, to the buckle of his jeans. With her free hand, she deftly undoes his fly, freeing his straining erection.

She licks her lips, eyeing him hungrily, then wraps one stocking-clad hand around his thick shaft and squeezes firmly. Owen bucks into her touch, a moan escaping his lips. Janice chuckles, low and sultry, as she dips her head down. She swallows his cock to the hilt, suppressing the urge to gag, holding him there as his hips begin to undulate.

Abruptly, she pulls off with a pop, admiring the effect she’s had on him. His cock glistens with her saliva, flushed an angry, throbbing purple. “So hard for me,” she purrs, blowing on him and making him twitch. “I’m going to make you feel so good, Owen.” She takes him into her mouth again, and this time, she sets to work in earnest.

One hand pumps his shaft while the other fondles his swollen balls. Janice’s head bobs faster,Take, him deeper, letting the wide, flat head of his cock nudge the back of her throat. Owen tangles his fingers in her hair, keeping her in place as his hips snap forward. Janice moans throatily around him, sending delicious vibrations through his entire length.

Reaching the end, she lets him slip from her mouth, adoring the sight of him, thick and heavy and ready to burst in her hands. And still he doesn’t notice the fresh cigarette dangling between her fingers as she lights it.

Janice draws a long drag, holds it in her lungs, and then very carefully exhales the smoke around Owen’s most sensitive flesh. He howls at the foreign sensation, a confusing mix of rage and pleasure. Encouraged by his response, she takes another drag, blowing this time directly onto the slit weeping with pre-cum. Owen swear comes out his mouth in a grimace of raw ecstasy.

Then she takes him in her mouth again, sucking hard as her fingers migrate to his heavy balls. She rolls them in her palm, massaging gently until they draw up close to his body. Smoke continues to wisp from her nostrils as she redoubles her efforts, driving him towards his peak.

With a strangled shout, Owen explodes, his salty essence hitting the back of her throat. Janice swallows it all like a woman starved before popping off him with a satisfied grin. Owen collapses back against the pillows, every muscle aching with spent pleasure.

“That… was incredible,” he manages after a moment, Chest heaving. Janice smirks, leaning down to kiss him hard, sharing the lingering taste of smoke and semen. Owen pulls her close, reveling in the closeness.

“I’m not done with you yet, babe,” she murmurs, flicking her lighter one more time as a promise of things to come.