Derek pulled out slowly—his thick cock slipping free with a wet pop, followed by a thick stream of cum leaking from Stiles’s swollen pussy. She whimpered at the loss, thighs trembling as more dripped down her inner thighs onto the pavement.

He held her steady against the car, one arm wrapped around her waist. With his free hand he grabbed a handful of tissues from the glove compartment, knelt briefly, and wiped her thighs clean—gentle strokes, careful not to miss a drop. Then he balled the tissues and pressed them against her entrance.