Of course... not

"But you've gotten my cock all dirty and fucked up with your fucking virgin blood and slutty cum juices! And you are begging me to let you go after you've dirtied me up like... like t-this?" John asked, mocking incredulous. He squeezed Doe closer to him as his penis throbbed pleasurably. He was ready to blow inside Doe and he wanted her to know.

She caught on quickly. "Please Sir, please I'm sorry for dirtying your mighty cock with my disgusting juices, please may I clean it up for you with my mouth-pussy?" Doe asked whinily like a pornstar talking dirty, but John didn't miss the **** edge in her voice. The bitch was afraid he'd cum in her.

"Really? You'll take responsibility for this?" He slowed his hips, thrusting slowly and luxuriously into Doe's tight core, prolonging his orgasm. "Even though you've got your filthy hymen blood all over it?"

Clearly Doe had forgotten about that. She swallowed and pressed on. "Yes Sir, it's my blood staining your glorious cock so it should be my tongue that licks it clean."

"Very good answer! You'll make a fine fuck ****. So you want me to cum into your throat as well I presume?" He taunted her.

"Yes, Sir. Please cum down my throat so I can enjoy your delicious cum" She begged, her netherlips tightening again at the suggestion as though deep down inside her she genuinely wanted his seed in her stomach like the submissive slut she was. John smiled at Doe and started thrusting faster and faster, pounding her pussy raw while her soft mewls grew louder and louder into screams of pleasure and pain. Feeling John throb inside her quickly brought her to her senses however and she screamed out a plea.

"Please God no, don't come inside me please don't come inside I don't want it please HELP!" she pounded her fists uselessly on the car windows