Silence.

You pull your face back, and try to steady your breathing. It is at this moment, though, that Ms. Lanner went nuclear. Letting out a long, raspy moan, her hips begin to buck fiercely against your hilt, and an unfortunate physical instinct causes her thighs to clamp down and her legs to wrap around behind you. You suddenly realize you're trapped, and maybe seconds away. A look of panic crosses your face as your thrusting stops awkwardly for a moment, leaving her writhing on your motionless cock. Your eyes close, and your mouth opens halfway as you try desperately to hang on. Ms. Lanner's eyes flutter open as she passes the crest of her orgasm. In an instant, she realized what was happening, as any woman of her age and relative experience, even if it had been long enough that she'd lost some of her sexual judgement, would.

"No, wait!" she wails, as she struggles to unwrap her legs. The small space inside her compact car, though, restricts her as she clumsily fights to break free. She nearly pulls herself off of you, but in a split-second, it was too late.

"AUUUUUUUGHHHHHH!!!!" You roar as you give in, pulling her towards you and wrapping your arms around her, squeezing her against you as hard as you can as you cock erupts eight years worth of pent up frustration into her trembling pussy. She cries out in despair.

"No, NOOOOOOOOOO! You fucking promised me! You only went, like, three minutes! Why didn't you warn me? Oh my god..." She rests her head against your chest as your cock, spent and limp, slides out of her, followed by a torrent of your cum.