As soon as Jackie and Herb were out of the Ferguson driveway, she pulled his zipper down and began playing with his prick.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he hissed. "And why did you spend so much time with that guy, Parish?"

She fondled his half-hard cock, running her fingers up and down his cockshaft and squeezing his mushroom-shaped knob. "Jealous?" she giggled.

She slid dawn on the seat and moved her head under the steering wheel. Her anger dissipated as she filled her mouth with his cock. He grunted as she ran her tongue over his spongy cockhead and took him all the way in until his big knob nuzzled the back of her throat.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he hissed, but he didn't push her away.

She had sucked plenty of guys off before her marriage, but Herb's prick was still her favorite. When he was interested, he fucked her mouth forcefully, in a way that made her climax just from sucking. When he was interested.

She released his prick from her throat and sucked on just the tip. Closing her lips over the velvet-skinned knob, she suctioned him in until he groaned.

"I'll crack the car up!"

She pulled her mouth off his prick and pressed his throbbing cockshaft against her cheek. She licked his thick veined shaft with the broad surface of her tongue until his whole stiff rod was wet with her saliva. She pressed the oozing slit of his knob against her eyes and nose and lips.

She tightened her fingers around the base of his cockshaft and squeezed out a few drops of cock-cream and licked it off. Rolling it around her tongue, the brunette smiled to herself. Maybe things would work out after all.

Opening her lips wide, she once again engulfed his cock, taking it all the way down her throat. She tightened her lips and bobbed her head up and down, ramming his cock into her gullet.