Yes

"Oh not much, there's only a little film left in this old thing..." he chuckles.

"I guess I can," you say.

He backs away from you, leaving the car first. He leaves it open, gesturing for you to exit.

You comply, uncomfortably stumbling out of the car.

On the way out, he slaps your ass.

You look back at him and his semi-hard dick. He's naked from the waist down.

"Umm, aren't you afraid someone might see you?"

"I think you'll be the one more afraid of that in a minute, miss Emily,"

You blush and nod, "Where do you want me to..."

"Against the trunk."

You nod and around to the back of the car. Escape is possible at this point, who knows if he'll chase you, but he's close enough that any sudden movement might make him tackle you.

You don't want that.

You lean against the car, letting your butt go a little higher into the air, though your skirt covers your panties and ass spectacuarly.

"Is this OK?"

He laughs, "For now, yes," he gets on his knees behind you, his cock very long and very hard, aiming a shot right up at your legs.

"H-Hey!" you stutter as the flash goes off.

"Lean further into the car, I want another shot,"

You comply reluctantly, your legs spreading a little to support your uneven weight.

Flash. Flash.

He draws away from your underside and stands up awkwardly, taking two pictures from a short distance.

"Good, one more and you can cum,"

"Don't you mean go?"

"Ah yes, that's what I meant," he mutters, coming back around behind you, "Now for the best one... I'm going to get your pussy this time, alright? I want you to lean into the car, spread your legs, pull your panties aside with one hand, and stare into your own reflection. This'll make a good shot, so don't mess up,"

You resist for a second, but shrug and sigh. You said yes, you'd do this. It'll finally be over. You'll be able to leave with your freedom intact, even if you do lose your integrity.

You lean forward, spread your legs, and slowly, you reach down between your legs and touch the fabric of you panties, pushing it aside. It's difficult, but you try to look at your own reflection in the car's window.

"Is this good?"

"Yeah," he says huskily, his face against your cheek, a warm roundness suddenly touching your pussy, "Oh yeah Emily, this is fucking great!"

You shriek. He's slowly shoving himself inside, the head and a few inches successfully squeezing into you. Your legs tremble.