Fake Taxi – OMG NO WAY she fucks the driver for a pair of concert tickets goes wrong

In the grimy backseat of a beat-up cab, Silvia’s eyes widened as she saw the driver’s hand creep back, holding a pair of concert tickets. “These aren’t free, sweetheart,” he growled, his eyes locked onto hers in the rearview mirror. She swallowed hard, her heart pounding as she took in the grubby interior, the stale smell of cigarettes, and the thick tension in the air. “What do you want?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. The driver’s grin turned wicked as he began to stroke his cock through his pants, the thick bulge growing more pronounced. “You know what I want, bitch. Suck my dick. Deep. Make it count.”

Silvia’s breath hitched as she watched his hand move, the fabric of his pants stretching tight over his hardening cock. She hesitated for a second before unbuckling her seatbelt, her knees shaking as she crawled towards him. The driver’s hand shot out, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her head down towards his crotch. “Fucking do it,” he snarled. She fumbled with his belt, her fingers trembling as she finally freed his thick, veiny cock. Without another moment’s hesitation, she took him into her mouth, gagging slightly as he hit the back of her throat. The driver let out a low groan, his hips bucking up to meet her lips. “Fuck yeah,” he grunted, his hand tightening in her hair as he began to fuck her mouth roughly, his balls slapping against her chin. Silvia’s eyes watered, but she kept going, her head bobbing up and down as she struggled to take his entire length. The cab filled with the sounds of her choking and his grunting, the windows fogging up as the temperature inside rose. Suddenly, he pulled her head back, his cock glistening with her saliva. “Not enough,” he panted, his eyes wild. “I want more.” He pushed her back onto the seat, flipping her dress up and tearing her thong aside. His fingers dug into her thighs as he spread her wide, his tongue licking up her slit before he plunged it deep inside her pussy. Silvia cried out, her back arching as he devoured her, his tongue flicking over her clit with brutal precision. She could feel his stubble burning her inner thighs, his grip bruising, but she couldn’t stop the moan that escaped her lips. The driver’s tongue was relentless, pushing her closer to the edge. Just as she was about to come, he stopped, a cruel smile on his face. “Not yet, whore,” he taunted, his fingers replacing his tongue, pumping in and out of her slick cunt. Silvia’s body shuddered, her hips bucking against his hand as he finger-fucked her mercilessly. “Please,” she begged, her voice a desperate whimper. The driver chuckled, pulling his fingers out and sufficing her with a hard slap on her pussy. “Not until I say so,” he growled, his cock throbbing as he lined it up with her entrance. With one brutal thrust, he was inside her, his hips slamming against hers as he fucked her hard and fast. Silvia screamed, her nails digging into the seat as he pounded into her, his cock hitting every sweet spot. The cab shook with the force of his thrusts, the sound of their flesh slapping together filling the air. The driver’s grunts grew louder, his body tensing as he neared his climax. With a final, savage thrust, he came, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his hot cum. Silvia’s body convulsed, her own orgasm ripping through her as she milked every last drop from his cock. The driver collapsed on top of her, his breath ragged as he panted in her ear. “Good girl,” he muttered, his hand lazily stroking her hair. Silvia lay there, her body aching and spent, as the driver pulled out and zipped up his pants. He handed her the concert tickets, a smirk on his face. “Enjoy the show,” he said, starting the cab and pulling away from the curb, leaving Silvia alone in the backseat, her body slick with sweat and cum, her mind reeling from the raw, intense fuck she had just endured.