He pulled out.
All the way.
The withdrawal was slow and deliberate, the full length of his cock dragging back through her cunt in one long, continuous exit that left her walls clenching on air before he'd fully cleared her entrance.
Thalia's hips chased it.
She would deny this later.
Her hips moved backward on pure reflex, following the cock she had just spent ten minutes calling her to stop using, and the small, humiliated sound she made when it wasn't there anymore was barely audible.
Barely.
"Turn over."
"I am not—" She started.
He gripped her hip and turned her himself.
She landed on her back against the seat, blouse hanging open, both breasts falling sideways with the change in position, green hair fanned across the upholstery.
She looked up at him.
He looked down at her.
His cock was fully hard, wet from base to crown, glistening in the back seat light with the combined evidence of everything her body had been doing for the last twenty minutes.
She looked at it.
