She saw the surprise that flashed across his eyes at her question and heard her inner voice mentally clucking it's tongue. So many woman just assumed a blow job was a blow job. She knew that wasn't true. If how she liked things done depended on her mood then her thought was that a man would as well...and asking had never failed her before. She didn't just expect a man to be grateful that she would deign to wrap her lips around his cock and the more he enjoyed it, the more she did.
She smiled at his answer and didn't bother to speak, simply tipping her head and parting her lips, and diving down on him. She couldn't take all of him on her first try, her was long enough she'd have to work on it but determined she would take him all eventually. Working her tongue against the length of him she licked as her lips closed around him and her head drew back, giving attention to the tip before pushing back down eagerly, setting up a swift rhythm and managing to push down a little further each time she went down his length.
It was clear she intended to take all of him deep into her mouth and throat, as if she were trying to simply swallow him down. Her whole body was into what she was doing, her legs shifting, helping her to lift and drop while her fingers gripped tightly at his thighs and only his jeans kept her nails from clawing his flesh.
She smiled at his answer and didn't bother to speak, simply tipping her head and parting her lips, and diving down on him. She couldn't take all of him on her first try, her was long enough she'd have to work on it but determined she would take him all eventually. Working her tongue against the length of him she licked as her lips closed around him and her head drew back, giving attention to the tip before pushing back down eagerly, setting up a swift rhythm and managing to push down a little further each time she went down his length.
It was clear she intended to take all of him deep into her mouth and throat, as if she were trying to simply swallow him down. Her whole body was into what she was doing, her legs shifting, helping her to lift and drop while her fingers gripped tightly at his thighs and only his jeans kept her nails from clawing his flesh.