Justine removed her glasses and crouched down once more toward my waist. She pressed her thin lips against the head of my length, trying to ease my saliva-coated manhood into her mouth.
Justine's mouth was more practiced and relaxed than during her first attempt, and my shaft was slick enough to make the beginning smoother.
The pink tip was fully enveloped by the warm, soft mouth of the lieutenant. Her tongue continued following my instructions, moving around me in an effort to draw that reaction from my body.
"That's it, Justine. The more you please it, the more it will respond," I advised her, feeling the pressure building as I remained firm, pressing gently against the soft walls of her mouth. "Now try to take a little more in."
