Jordan hadn’t met this man before, so she immediately got down on her knees, opened her mouth, and looked up into his eyes. He had his pants down at his ankles and his cock pounding into her mouth within seconds. His strong hands gripped her tiny blonde head and worked her up and down his rod, to best suit his pleasure.

Jordan was a history major, so she had read about times when men and women had shaken hands when they first met. She wondered how that could ever have been useful or enjoyable for the men. After all, the modern way let a man know exactly how useful and pleasing she was and he could decide to ask for her name after she’d swallowed his cum or he’d covered her face in it.

She was just happy she lived in the modern age.