Fake Taxi Personal Assistant to CEO Needs the Pussy Filled before Take Off

The backseat of the cab is a grimy, sweaty church, and I’m the fucking priestess. She climbed in, all nervous giggles and virgin eyes, thinking she’s here to interview for some assistant bullshit. Wrong fucking day, sweetheart. I hit the lock, and her smile fades as I unzip, pulling out a thick, veiny cock that makes her eyes widen. “Suck it,” I grunt, grabbing her by the hair. She resists at first, but a slap across the face changes her mind. Her lips part, and I shove my dick down her throat, feeling her gag on the head. She struggles, tears streaming, but I don’t give a fuck. I want to see her choke on it. Her hands push at my thighs, but I just hold her head down, making her take every inch. She’s gagging, drooling, and I can feel her throat pulsing around my shaft. It’s fucking heaven.

I pull her up, her face red and slick with tears and spit. “Ride it,” I command, flipping her around so she’s straddling me. She hesitates, so I grab her hips and impale her on my cock. She screams, a raw, primal sound, as I start to fuck her hard. Her pussy is tight, virgin tight, and it’s squeezing my dick like a vice. I can feel every ridge, every vein as I pound into her. She’s bouncing on my lap, her tits bouncing with her, and I reach up to grab them, squeezing hard. She’s moaning now, a desperate, needy sound, and I can tell she’s loving every second of it. I lean in, biting her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. She’s mine now, my little fuck toy, and I’m going to use her however I want. Her pussy clenches around me, and I know she’s close. I reach down, rubbing her clit in fast, hard circles. She comes with a scream, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure ripple through her. I follow soon after, filling her pussy with my hot cum, marking her as mine. She collapses against me, breathing hard, her body still shaking with the aftershocks of her orgasm. I smile, already planning my next move. This flight is just getting started.