Just drive.

You go the same way as everyone else. It's what you usually do anyway, and others, so what's the harm in it? As you get into the main road, you start to slow down until you stop entirely. When you look out your window, you see something awful. There's been an accident up ahead. On the bright side, it looks like it's been there for some time, so they must be finished soon. Hopefully.

You look to Lira and she rolls back her head and sighs.

"Crap... I'm going to be late for sure," she says.

"Sorry. I wish I could help somehow."

"It's fine. You already have."

You look her over and smile faintly. However, you can't help but fidget a bit in her seat as the feeling of a hand over your cock, stroking up and down, continues. She's beautiful, but at least she's clothed this time. You have more self-control than that. You can easily handle this.

"Hey. Do you have anything to drink? I'm parched," she asks.