He wanted to turn up the volume, to find out if she was moaning softly to herself, to possibly even hear the sounds of those fingers between her legs. Her motions were urgent, her chest heaving even through the cotton of her t-shirt dress. She was still looking at her phone in her other hand and the thought that she was getting herself off to naughty pictures or even watching —  fuck, his poor cock couldn’t even take the thought of it. 