Handy, Redux

And just like that, Jessie's hand deftly unzipped Cloud's zipper, tugging out his half-stiff cock.

"You passed the test," she said perkily, pulling on his pole. Cloud grunted. Focus on the road.

"What test?" he asked nonchalantly.

"Driving."

"I did more than pass," he said. She squeezed his nuts, hard. He winced, avoiding steering them into a wall.

"If I'm honest, you got by through the skin of your teeth. But I bet you were holding back because of me," she said coquettishly.

"Didn't want you to fall," Cloud offered.

"So now I'm too weak to hold on. Huh, huh, huh?" she pouted cutely, grinding her groin against Cloud to emphasize each word. "Actually my grip is pretty strong."

She leaned up, briefly over Cloud's shoulder, and spat precisely onto his dick. It was a thick, mucusy spit that initially disgusted Cloud, but felt good as her fingers resumed tugging his dick. Her tongue probed his ear wetly.

"You haven't got long, bitch," she purred, yanking roughly on his dick. "Once the highway ends, the handjob ends. So you're gonna be my little prejac tonight."

She whispered nasty nothings, her mucus fusing to his dick as the wind whipped through them. And then, fuck ... oh fuck.

"Good boy," she purred as he came, fastening his trousers back, his cock coated in its own mess. "Aww, it looks like the ride's over!"