"Fuuuck, Marcie, yes," his voice was gravelly as he leaned back into the seat. His hand was still in her hair, and he pushed it back over her other shoulder, stroking her hair till it all fell the right direction, so he could watch. He wanted to keep his eyes on her, focused on the way her mouth moved on his cock, but maybe he should keep an eye out, maybe sure no one was around to bang on their windows and disturb them.
Fuck, not that he'd know how to stop her now if he did see someone coming, though. He didn't want her to stop for any damn thing.
"Mmhmm, that's it, good girl," he purred encouragingly, knowing she wasn't usually into doing this and wanting to give her every bit of reason to enjoy it that he could.