Amy of course

When I turned around, Amy was standing there just inches away. She was braless beneath a t-shirt and only had on a pair of short shorts. The car door partially blocked us from view.

"Where...holy shit, what the hell happened to you?" she asked in surprise. But as she looked me up and down, a slight smile spread across her face. "Katie was marking her territory. Classy." She squeezed my cock through my pants. "Looks like you enjoyed being treated like property."

"I've had worse car trips, thats for sure," I admitted.

"I could do better than that," she said rather seductively. "You know you belong to me, right?"

Amy took a quick look around and then slid her hand down the front of my jeans, getting a firm grip on my cock. She smiled as she started quickly stroking me, although my belt prevented her from getting much motion. And each motion was pulling out pubic hair already coated with a dry layer of my own semen.

"Cum in your pants and I'll let you go clean yourself up," she said. "And if you're a good boy, maybe later I will let you come clean my pussy and ass with your tongue."

In a surprisingly short amount of time, I was cumming again, once again filling my boxers and jeans with a fresh load of semen. Amy pulled her hand out and looked at some that had gotten on her.

"Since you're cleaning up cum, why don't you help me out?"

Without hesitation I leaned forward and licked my own cum off of her hand. She smiled at me.

"You're such a mess, but you're so much fun!" she said. "Now go clean up."

I awkwardly walked into the house, my fresh load of cum swishing back and forth in my boxers. A fresh wet patch was begining to spread across the front of my jeans.