Helen’s POV

Truly, we did it for multiple rounds. There were moments when I could see the driver looking at us through the rear view mirror but the absence of light here made us invisible.

“I’m already sore, Mr. President.” I whispered after our fifth round.

I could already feel the stickiness of our cum in between our bodies. And its smell started to linger inside the car and I think the driver already knew about what we were doing because of it.

But do I really care?

Roscoe threw some feathery kisses on my shoulder. I looked in the rearview mirror and I found the driver directly watching us....