Tell him he has to pull out

"Alright," you say, "you can do it bareback, but you had better pull out. I don't want you cumming inside me."

He starts to slide back into position but you snap your fingers.

"Hey! Promise me!" you demand.

"Alright, alright! Christ almighty. I promise."

You nod and allow him to get back into position between your creamy thighs. He wraps his hand around his hard cock and guides the fat head to your wet and very swollen pussy lips. You moan as you feel his oily precum on your thigh and then you gasp loudly as he slides himself into you in one stroke. His thick cock fills you up nicely, his balls nestling against your asshole and his pubic hair tickling against the hard nub of your clit.

Crassle takes hold of your waist with one hand and reaches the other down to your breast. You look up at him as he begins to slowly work his cock out and then slides it back in with a quicker stroke that slaps thigh against thigh.

"You are real tight," he says. "I'll take it slow at first."

He does for a few strokes, but you tell him not to hold back.

"I'm a big girl," you say and then gasp as he rams hard into your pussy.

Crassle begins to piston in and out, his stiff prick filling you up, sliding out until just the head is nestled inside you, and then slamming the full length back in. The windows of the Mercedes begin to fog up. The air becomes hot and humid and filled with the smell of your mutual arousal. Other than your moans and grunts there is the steady wet slosh of his cock as he saws it in and out.