The tension is too much

Feeling almost woozy with lust, you stand up abruptly and push Ritter away. He doesn't budge. You're backed against the van, his straightened arms on either side of your head, his face only a few inches from yours.

"Get away from me," you spit.

"No need to get so wound up," Ritter replies.

You take a step closer. You can feel his breath on your face.

"You're a piece of shit thug, Ritter," you say. "You're no good."

"Are you calling me a bad man," he says, his eyes flicking to your cleavage.

You can stand it no more. You wrap your arms around him and cover his mouth with yours. He's not taken by surprise. He wraps you up in his powerful arms and thrusts his tongue into your mouth. You can feel his muscles press against your breasts. You can taste the gum he was chewing earlier.

"Look who likes bad men," Ritter chuckles when you pull your lips away.

You look both ways. There is no movement on the street. No one visible in either direction.

"Are you gonna fuck me or are you just gonna stand around like an asshole?" You ask.

You reach for your waist, unbuckling the gun belt and unbuttoning your pants. Ritter grins. You hook your thumbs into your waist and into the waistband of your pink cotton panties. As you hitch both down you turn around, pushing your ass towards Ritter.

The muscled thug whistles at your firm cheeks and trimmed pussy lips.

"Stop staring and fuck me," you demand.

"Damn, girl," he says and runs his hand over your ass. "You sure you're ready for this?"

You look over your shoulder at him and give him a look that sends clear signals you're not fooling around. Ritter quickly drops his pants, his hard cock popping free. It's bigger than you expected, which is to say it's about average size. You figured Ritter's aggression might have been a case of compensation for a tiny dick. You'll have to keep wondering.

"Do it," you say.

Ritter takes hold of your hips and positions the bulging head of his fuckstick at the drooling entrance of your cunt. You push back, impaling your sopping snatch on his rigid prick.

"Fuck yeah, girl," Ritter laughs. "That shit is wet and tight as fuck."

"Yeah, you like that?" You ask. "You like my little good girl pussy?"

You fuck back against him, your ass colliding with his pelvis and making a fleshy slapping sound as you skewer your cunt on his hard dick. Ritter joins in, holding up his shirt so he can more clearly see his dick sawing in and out of you. He slaps your ass and thrusts hard.

You reach between your legs and rub your clit. You snarl at Ritter, disgusted by his invading prick and only more turned on by the sight of him plowing in and out of your swollen pussy. You cum first, rough and unexpected, your thighs quaking and your pussy clamping down around Ritter's dick.

"Oh, shit, I feel that," Ritter groans. "Am I makin' that little pussy blow up?"

"Fuuuck!" You cry, throttling his dick with your clenching cunt. "Fuckkkk me!"

You arch your back, he grabs your ponytail and slams even harder into your hot hole. You can feel his dick stiffening, swelling inside you. You can tell he's about to shoot his filthy load.