He creampied my TIGHT little pussy with his BBC [Fake Taxi]

The cab pulled over, and I slid into the backseat, my skirt hiked up, panties soaked. The driver’s eyes met mine in the mirror, a smirk playing on his lips. He knew exactly what I wanted. “Where to, beautiful?” he asked, his voice a low rumble. I leaned forward, my breath hot on his ear. “Nowhere special,” I whispered, my hand already unzipping his pants, freeing his thick, hard cock. He groaned as I stroked him, his BBC throbbing in my hand. I straddled him, my tight pussy hovering over his shaft. I could feel the heat radiating off him, the anticipation building. I sank down onto him, my body stretching to accommodate his size. He filled me completely, his hips bucking upwards as I began to ride him, my hips grinding against his. The cab filled with the sound of our flesh slapping together, his grunts of pleasure mixing with my moans. I could feel my orgasm building, my body tensing as he pounded into me, his cock hitting all the right spots. I came hard, my body convulsing around him. He followed soon after, his cock pulsing as he filled my pussy with his hot, sticky cum, creampie oozing out as I lifted myself off him, leaving me satisfied and dripping.

The cab driver’s eyes were wild, his chest heaving as he watched me clean his cock with my tongue, sucking off every last drop of our mixed juices. I could taste the saltiness of his cum, the muskiness of my own arousal. He leaned back, a satisfied grin on his face. “That was… unexpected,” he said, his voice still ragged. I smiled, my body still tingling from the intensity of our encounter. “Unexpected, but fucking incredible,” I replied, my voice a sultry purr. I knew this was a moment I’d never forget, a dirty little secret between the two of us. As I stepped out of the cab, my legs wobbly, I could still feel his cum dripping out of me, a constant reminder of the filthy fuck we’d just shared.