His eyes are half closed, mouth slack as he breathes hard, looking blindly over her shoulder as she bends and clings. For a hazy second, his eyes meet those of the driver and he's aware there's music playing for the sake of discretion; also aware that at least one of them is jerking off. He'd smirk if he could focus on a damn thing but the ache in his balls and the clench of her cunt - no chance of that though and then she's coming and his mind is wiped of every damn thing but her orgasm, hearing that Theretherethere over and over again in his mind and loving the shake of her body.

When she's calming, he reaches out his free hand and taps the seat in front (home, now) because if he doesn't get in her soon he's going to mess up his pants like a kid. The other hand stays right where it is, easing in and out of her in a slow, steady motion. He figures she'll tell him to stop if she's had enough or just keep right on riding it if she wants more.