First-timer

Jessica walks in like she already owns the room. Tight blond hair. Soft skin. First time in front of a camera. She drops the robe and the black lace underneath clings like it’s scared to let go. I tell her to kneel. She does it fast, like she’s been waiting to be told. Her mouth opens, warm and wet, and she takes me slow at first, testing the weight. Then deeper. Eyes up. A little drool slips past her lip and she smiles around it. She keeps going until her cheeks hollow and her mascara starts to run. When I pull out she stays right there, tongue out, waiting. The first rope hits her cheek. The second lands across her lips. She blinks through it, licks what she can reach, and grins like she just passed her first real test.