Taking me in her grasp, Jasmine directed the head of my cock down towards her lips. Staring into my eyes, she planted a slow kiss on my tip. Then a second one. Then a third. Each time, she pursed her lips open just a bit more, until by the fourth time, her lips had completely surrounded the tip of my cock. The velvety softness of Jasmine's mouth felt almost as good as her pussy—and it came with the added bonus of giving me the perfect view of her pretty face. Again, I was struck by the exoticness of Jasmine's eye/skin pairing. I wondered—was it still fetishizing if Jasmine's unique appearance...