Johnny grinned when Sam kissed his cock and offered to stall the driver. He was more than happy with that arrangement, and let Clarissa answer for him. "Good girls." He encouraged, making sure they knew he was happy to give Clarissa his cum in the back of the car. He throbbed hard in her hand when she said she promised him, and he was glad she was upholding what she'd said.<br/><br/>When she headed back down his hand moved to the back of her head. He was as eager to finish as she was eager to make him finish, and he ran fingers through her hair and guided her without forcing her down too much. His hand was more an encouraging presence as he moaned out loud, letting her hear his appreciation and showing it by thrusting his hips into her pretty little mouth. He didn't care much what the driver thought, and if anything found it fun to test how Sam would manage to stall over his vocal moaning.<br/><br/>He was distinctly impressed by the show she put on, and vocally encouraged her. "Fuck, Clarissa. You're such a hungry little slut." He almost growled as he felt himself throb harder in her mouth. He prided himself on his control, but right now he was happy to let himself finish and head inside for more fun. So he closed his eyes, the image of her bobbing up and down all he could see as he moved his hips with her mouth.<br/><br/>There was a particularly loud moan when his fingers grasped her hair hard, pulling her down. The feeling of his old crush finally being his had gotten too much. He felt himself throb and pulse, a warmth rushing up his shaft before he exploded into her waiting mouth. His hips didn't stop moving, as though he was trying his hardest to drive it deeper into her while the thick, warm seed painted her tongue and throat. "Good princess." He said, breathing a little heavier and opening his eyes to see how Clarissa looked, and to see Sam's reaction to what he'd done with Clarissa's mouth.