Davis watched her orgasm from a inverted angle.  He couldn't see her face, but he saw the way her legs stiffened, muscles clenched, heard the sound of her nails scraping against the table.  Felt the way her pussy walls grabbed into his fingers, first in spasms and then in tight wave after wave.  Lastly he watched her juice come out, drenching his fingers, filling his face with the scent of her sex.<br/><br/>It was a joy.  He saw her body go limp then, and then the touch of her mouth on his cock again.  "Aren't you a trooper," he told her, pushing himself up with his hands.  He gamely lowered his hips so she wouldn't have to work so hard to reach his cock head.  "But you've earned some rest."<br/><br/>Davis rolled onto his side and off of her, landing with a thump on the bus floor.  Laying a hand on her chest, he urged her to hold still as he walked around to stand over her face.  Cock jutting out over her, Davis took her head between his two hands, cradling it, soaking in its beauty.  "You know how hot you've got me, Rayne."  He pulled her closer to the edge of the table, until her hair was hanging over the edge and then her head.  "Just hang back and relax, your gorgeous mouth is going to do the rest."