Dogging with a British countryside prostitute. I paid her extra £50 to fuck a stranger so hard

The car’s engine purrs gently, idling on a secluded country lane. You see her standing by the roadside, hair catching the sunlight, eyes hungry. She slides into the passenger seat, a smirk on her face, and your hand already fumbles with her denim shorts. “Fifty quid extra,” she purrs, “for a real show.” She points to a distant figure lurking in the bushes, and you nod, feeling the thrill of the public fuck. She grabs your wrist, guiding your hand to her already wet cunt, moaning softly as your fingers sink in. You watch her in the rearview mirror, her head tilted back, lips parted. She pulls away, unzips your pants, and takes out your cock, her mouth enveloping it with a wet, sucking noise. You can see the stranger in the bushes, jerking off to the sight of her head bobbing up and down. She glances at him, licks her lips, and turns back to you, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She leans back, pulls up her top, exposing her tits, and starts playing with her nipples while you fuck her mouth. You can feel the tension building, the stranger’s breath coming in ragged gasps. She pulls away, a string of saliva connecting her lips to your cock. “Let’s give him a real show,” she whispers, straddling you, her pussy grinding against your cock. She rides you hard, her tits bouncing, her moans filling the car. You can see the stranger’s hand moving faster, his eyes wide with lust. She leans back, her hands on your thighs, and you grab her hips, slamming into her. She screams, her pussy clenching around your cock, and you can feel the stranger’s cum spraying onto the car window. She collapses onto you, her body shaking with laughter. “Fifty quid well spent,” she purrs, as you pull out, your cock glistening with her juices.