Mr. Crassle tries to change your mind

"Sweetie, you're so wet," Crassle says and teases the swollen head of his dick up and down your juicy little slit.

Your clit buzzes with each contact. You know you should push him away, but your body feels hot with lust. Crassle drinks in the sight of your naked figure, sprawled beneath him on the seat.

"You're gorgeous. Let me put just the head in for a second," Mr. Crassle suggests. "It'll feel real nice."

"Just the head," you moan, "no more than that."

You groan with pleasure as his fat cockhead parts your lips and fills the entrance of your pink pussy.

"Oh fuck you're so tight," he groans.

"Your cock feels really good," you moan from beneath him.

His hand brushes against your outer lips and your throbbing clit as he strokes up and down his shaft. The head of his cock remains buried in your steaming slit, twitching as he jerks himself off. You want him to fuck you so bad.