Let her work

Jackson smiles and leans back into the leather seat as Elizabeth's eyes look up at him and she again takes his throbbing cock into her mouth. She slides her tongue around the head and reaches up with a hand to grasp and squeeze the base. Jacksons hand rests on her head and he idly plays with her hair as he lets her work, her head bobbing up and down his shaft in the confined space of the car.

He looks up from her and he sees Jeanne glancing back at them in the rearview mirror, a hungry look in her eyes. "Focus on the road Jeanne, you'll get your turn." Her eyes flick away and focus back on the road, his command superseding her interest in the performance on the back seat. Jackson smiles as Elizabeth again slides her mouth down his shaft and gags, **** to get his attention back. His hand is gentle on her head, his fingers brushing against her encouraging. "Keep going Elizabeth, try to make me cum before we arrive."

Elizabeth immediately speeds up, her fist twisting and squeezing the sections of his cock that she struggles to squeeze into her mouth. Her eyes looking hungrily up at him as she tries to take the cock as deep as she can, she gags and has to pull off to breathe. Her fist slides easily up and down Jackson's spit lubricated cock as she pants, but she barely takes two breaths before she sucks the tip back into her mouth. Her tongue slides over his tip again and Jackson quivers gently beneath her.

Elizabeth's eyes water slightly as she slides his cock into her throat again, her tongue pressed to the underside of his cock and she hums, happy to be sucking her professors cock, the suggestions in her mind making this one of the happiest places she could be. She bobs up and down, speeding her attention, each bob presses Jackson's cock against her throat as Jackson's hand runs through her long blonde hair. Her lips are fastened around his cock as she slides up and down and Jackson realises he's close to cumming.