You moan in pleasure

His hands on your chest felt good, but when he brushed your nipple, you couldn't stop yourself from moaning in delight.

Blushing from the embarrassment, you close your eyes, only peeking at the driver through your eyelashes.

He keeps looking at you, his soft smile widening a bit as his thumb brushes against your nipples again, getting another moan of pleasure from you. You grind your thighs together, a pleasant tingling in your core slowly spreading to your entire body.

You grip the sides of your skirt, lust and pleasure slowly overcoming you.