Tragos tilted his head back as she went harder - "Gods, fuck." He groaned, loving that he could feel her moan through his dick, the vibrations of her enjoying herself were sending him through the roof. "Don't be quiet, babe," he said, lifting his hand to grip the handle, scarred knuckles white, while his other hand pressed further between her legs, his fingers growing wet. "Let me hear how much you want me."