Jakara Mitchell takes him to the root, mouth stretched and dripping

Jakara Mitchell kneels on the tiled bathroom floor, water still running off her slicked-back hair and beading on her shoulders. She grips the shaft in one hand and pushes her lips down over it, working lower until her nose presses flat against his skin. His hand clamps over her face, holding her there while her mouth stays stretched wide around him. She pulls back just enough to gasp, then sinks down again, throat working and eyes watering.