Barely

Crassle begins to pound his fat prick in and out of your pussy, angling his body above you for greater leverage. The car squeaks and bounces up and down on its shocks as he looms above you and hammers your teenage pussy.

"Oh, fuck, give it to me," you moan.

"Yeah, you like that? You like it when I fuck you hard!?" Red-faced Crassle asks, slamming in and out of you even harder than before.

"Yesssss!" you reply and your eyes practically roll back in your head as you are suddenly overtaken by a deep vaginal orgasm.

You arch your back, thrust so far up off the seat that your big tits are pressed into Crassle's shirt. Hot pulses of pleasure expand outward and your inner muscles ripple and clench around the older man's swelling sausage. You pull him against you, gasping and crying out your pleasure.

Suddenly, Crassle stiffens inside you. You're too lost on your own pleasure to notice, but you are aware as he frantically leans back and reaches down between you.

A moment later he grunts and you feel his hot cum erupting across your bare pussy lips. He leans back a little more and his cock unleashes a second spurt that arcs over your sloshing slit and splashes on your tummy just beneath your breasts. He strokes himself out like that, spurting two more long ropes of cum across your belly and finishing with dribbles that spatter onto the leather seat.

"Oh Christ," he laughs, "I barely made it. But I made it."

You're pretty sure he's not lying. You don't feel any of his jizz oozing out of your well-fucked pussy.

"You made it, and that's what counts," you say.

You lean up on your elbows and watch his cum ooze down your body and pool in your bellybutton. More of it is dripping from your outer lips and down your thighs onto the seat. Crassle gets a towel from a pocket in the back of the seat and wipes you down. You feel a bit gritty, but otherwise all cleaned up.

Neither of you feels much like lingering. You exchange a kiss, dress quickly, and head back into the party.

You head inside ahead of him and find your way back to Sara as she chats with one of her friends.

"I have returned," you say with a smile.

Sara smiles back and smooths a few strands of your hair back into place. She doesn't ask why you're a bit red-faced and sweaty, but when Crassle enters looking the same way the solution to the mystery is obvious to anyone paying attention.

"I'm glad you survived," Sara jokes. "We can mingle some more if you'd like or get started on that tour."