Jack Vincent

Poison moans around the panties and actually lifts a hand to cover his mouth, like it might help a little more. It really doesn't take him long, either. They've been teasing each other since they left the house, flirting and then going down on Jack and-- it's with that in mind - and the taste of Jack in his mouth - that he comes. His fingers and thighs tense and he arches off the seat for a moment, his sounds of relief muffled by fabric and by the action sounds rumbling through the theater.