Mira Monroe, in the throes of Hitachi-induced bliss, doesn't hear the car door open. Doctor Tampa finds her, legs splayed, the wand's powerful vibrations echoing through the car as she cums repeatedly, her pussy juices soaking the backseat. She looks up, embarrassed yet exhilarated, as he watches her voyeuristically. "You're a naughty girl, Mira," he teases, his cock hardening at the sight of her debauchery. She smirks, turning off the wand, "You're just in time for round two, Doc."