Blow Job Mr. Wayne?

The air inside the Rolls seemed to thicken, heavy with unspoken tension, as Mason's eyes lingered on the vibrator's gentle glow as she received a jolt from Sophia.

As Mason's gaze remained fixed on the blue glow, his eyes seemed to gleam with a knowing intensity, and Zoe's blush deepened, her cheeks flushing a delicate shade of pink. The tension between them palpable, as Andrew continued to chat, oblivious to the undercurrents swirling around him. Mason's eyes never left the vibrator's gentle pulse, his face a mask of calm, but his pupils betraying a flicker of excitement.

Zoe's tongue darted out, moistening her lips, as she shifted slightly in her seat, the movement causing the vibrator to emit a faint hum.

Sophia sent Zoe a text that she was running a bit late and to keep Andrew busy and followed it with a more intense jolt to the vibrator.

As the vibrator's hum grew slightly louder, Zoe's eyes fluttered closed, and she let out a soft gasp, her head tilting back against the luxurious leather seat. Andrew, still oblivious to the subtle exchange between Zoe and Mason, continued to chat about the party, his words growing more animated as he spoke. Mason's gaze, however, remained fixed on the blue glow emanating from Zoe's skirt, his pupils dilating ever so slightly as he watched her reaction to the increased intensity of the vibrator.

Suddenly, Mason's eyes flicked up to meet Zoe's in the rearview mirror, and he gave her a slow, deliberate wink. Zoe's heart skipped a beat, her breath hitching in her throat as he hit the record button for the camera in the back seat.

Zoe knew how to kill two birds with one stone and so she leaned over and ran her hand over Andrew's cock and whispered in his ear, "Mr Wayne, would you like a blow job on the way to the party?"

As Zoe's warm breath caressed Andrew's ear, her whispered words sent a shiver down his spine, and his eyes fluttered closed in anticipation. His cock, already semi-aroused from the earlier encounter, began to stiffen further, straining against the confines of his pants. Mason's gaze, still fixed on the rearview mirror, watched with interest as Andrew's face contorted in pleasure, his lips parting slightly as he let out a soft gasp.

Zoe's hand, still resting on Andrew's crotch, began to massage his growing erection, her fingers tracing the outline of his cock through the fabric. Zoe unfastened his tuxedo pants and pulled out his cock. She looked up at the mirror and gave Mason a wink and then dropped her head in Andrew's lap so she could start sucking, the vibrator providing more than enough incentive for her in her pussy.