Demand he fuck you for real

"Are you gonna sit there jerking off?" you ask breathlessly. "Or are you gonna fuck me with that dick?"

Crassle stops stroking for a momen and then smiles. He answers you by slamming the full length of his cock into your aching teenage hole. It feels so fat and warm, filling you up, his fleshy balls pressing against your ass and his pubes tickling your sensitive outer lips. He leans over you, his weight balanced on his hips for maximum penetration.

"Fuck me," you whisper up at him, looking him in the eye.

"You like that dick?" he asks, sliding it out almost all the way and then gently sliding it back in to the hilt. "You like getting fucked by that nasty dick?"

"Yesssss," you moan and squeeze your breasts. "Yes give me that dick. Pound my little teenage pussy with your dick."

He pumps it in and out, slowly at first. You wrap a hand around his neck and stretch forward to kiss him. His tongue invades your mouth, his cock begins to saw in and out. You both are sweating, the car is steamy hot with the exertion and the air is thick with the thrilling musky smell of your sex. You're so wet, even as he pounds faster and faster his fat cock slides easily in and out. You don't know if it's the friction or the passion, but your pussy is so hot it feel like it's smoldering.

Then you're cumming again, arching your back beneath the older man and gasping into his kiss.

"Fuuccck yes," you cry, "fuck me! Fuck me!"

Waves of that fire shoot from deep within your body, radiating up your body and sending electric thrills that race to the tips of your sensitive pink nipples. Your molten cunt squeezes and milks Mr. Crassle's pounding prick. It feels like it's getting bigger and bigger, harder and harder, a meaty spear plunging to your cervix.

He doesn't say anything, but he looks you in the eye and smiles. His thrusts are steady and deep. You both know what's about to happen.

"Inside me," is all you say.

Mr. Crassle, balls deep in your juicy teenage slit, explodes in exactly the way you were trying to prevent not ten minutes ago. The older man groans, his eyes still locked on yours, and with a meaty throb you feel his cum erupting deep within your pussy. His thrusts become slow and intense, each downward stroke perfectly timed to coincide with another orgasmic spasm and another burst of sperm. The strokes become loudly wet, slopping and slurping as cum floods you and slides out around his pumping shaft. You feel a trickle oozing down to your asshole.

"You wanted that didn't you?" Crassle says at last, his cock still twitching a bit as he gently slides in out of your creamy cunny.

"Yes," you reply. "Yes."

He gives you a kiss that lasts until his cock shrivels. You can smell his cologne on his neck. Something spicy and out of style. You can feel his prick shrinking and wilting inside your flooded pussy. He is heavy and damp with sweat against your breasts.

When he withdraws you clean with a moistened towel from the glovebox. The passion is gone between you and there is a strange, rushed uncomfortableness to the exchange.

You are both eager to be dressed and return to the party. You're a bit sweaty and red-faced as you waltz back into the lounge. You see Sara and a friend talking quietly near the bar. She waves to you and you grin.

"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."