Out

As pleasurable as Doe's violent thrashing gyrations were, they were pretty effective too. The lithe little minx managed to squirm off John's pole at the moment of his climax and he shot his seed into thin air, splattering his steering wheel with cum. That, of course, pissed him right off.

"You fucking bitch!" John punched the back of Doe's head hard before grabbing her hair and pushing her face onto the steering wheel, accidentally beeping the horn. "You're going to fucking clean that up with your tongue or I am going to rip it out!"

Doe struggled for a moment in vain before going limp. She obediently licked up the cum on the dirty steering wheel. She was aware of how disgusting the act was, but in that moment she was just feeling so relieved John hadn't had the chance to cum inside her. His shrinking penis lay along the lines of her round ass, leaking precum over the small of her back as he slowly calmed down, deciding that Doe was not getting out of that car without his premium baby batter lining her womb.