Fake Taxi – Blonde CANADIAN Loves Big British Cock in her ASS

The frigid Canadian air nipped at her heels as she slipped into the cab, her tight skirt riding up to reveal the lace tops of her stockings. She’d chosen the outfit for just this moment, the thrill of the fake taxi ride, the anticipation of what was to come. Her eyes met the driver’s in the rearview, and she saw the hunger there, the British brute ready to devour her. She didn’t waste time, leaning forward to whisper in his ear, “I want your cock in my ass, big boy. Let’s see what you’ve got.” He growled, pulling over sharply, the engine idling as he turned to face her, his hand already unbuckling his belt, revealing a thick, veiny shaft that made her mouth water. She spun around, hiked up her skirt, and presented her ass, already slick with lube. He didn’t need a second invitation, positioning himself at her tight hole, pushing in slowly, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed in her virgin ass. She moaned, the pain mixing with pleasure, her fingers digging into the leather seat as he began to fuck her, hard and deep, his balls slapping against her pussy with each thrust.

The cab filled with the scent of sex and the sound of flesh meeting flesh. She reached back, grabbing his thigh, urging him deeper, faster. He obliged, his hands gripping her hips, his cock pounding into her ass with a ferocity that made her scream. She could feel every ridge, every vein of his massive cock as it stretched her wide, filling her completely. She was a mess of sweat and desire, her body shaking with each powerful thrust. He leaned over her, his breath hot on her neck, his hand snaking around to rub her clit. She exploded, her orgasm ripping through her, her ass clamping down on his cock. He roared, his body tensing as he came, his hot cum filling her ass, dripping out onto the seat. She collapsed forward, her body spent, a satisfied smirk on her face as she looked back at him, “Fuck, you Brits know how to treat a girl right.”