Ritter pulls out

Ritter tugs on your ponytail, pulling your head up and using it as leverage as he hammers his cock into your juicy slit. The gurgle of the gas filling the van is beaten out by the wet slurp of Ritter's dick pummeling your pussy and the slap of his hips on your ass. You can feel the tattooed thug's cock swelling up as his orgasm approaches. He announces as much moments later.

"That tight pussy is gonna make me cum," Ritter grunts. "You feel that?"

"Yess," you moan, feeling his cock growing.

"Yeah," Ritter groans. "Yeah, take that dick. Take it. You wanna make me cum?"

"Yes!" You cry.

"Fuck yeah you do, you little slut," Ritter releases your ponytail. "Ohhhhh!"

You feel his fist against your ass as he reaches down and tugs his cock out of your creamy cunt. He slides it out with a wet pop and slaps it up so the head is nestled against the crack of your ass.

"Here I cum!" He groans and a moment later you feel a jet of hot cum splash onto your back.

You gaze back at Ritter as he jacks himself off, using the crack of your ass to further stimulate himself. Thick globs of semen spurt out of his purple cockhead and paint your ass with his scalding spunk. As he strokes out the last droplets he slaps his cock in the puddles of jizz pooling on your ass and in your crack.

"Holy shit are you a good fuck," Ritter laughs. "I messed you up good."

He admires his work, your ass now a flooded valley and your back marked by his gooey cum.

"Get me a rag," you say.

He produces a fairly clean oil rag and you dab up the cum. Ritter moves to embrace you, but you push him away.

"Not now," you say. "We have to get moving."

You finish fueling the van and pull out of the burned gas station.

"Back the way we came," Ritter instructs. "The surplus store is closer. We should probably head there first."