Fake Taxi – Squirting Slut in ripped fishnets rides thick dick
The grimy taxi reeked of cheap smoke and desperation. Her. Fucking. Again. I was the driver, the hapless patsy in her sick game. She slid into the backseat, those ripped fishnets hugging her thighs, cunt lips peeking through the torn nylon. “Take me somewhere private,” she purred, leaning forward. Her breath hot on my ear, she whispered, “I need to get fucked, and I need to squirt all over that thick dick of yours.” Her hand snaked down, gripping my cock through my pants. I groaned, pulling over in an alley. She didn’t waste time, straddling me, her wet pussy grinding against my bulge. She fisted my cock, freeing it, and in one swift motion, impaled herself. Her head thrown back, she rode me hard, her tight cunt clenching around my shaft. She moaned, a guttural sound, as she ground against me, her nails digging into my chest. “Fuck me harder,” she demanded, her voice a ragged whisper. I obliged, pounding into her, feeling her body tense as she screamed, her juices gushing out, squirting all over my cock and the taxi seat. Her body convulsed, riding out her orgasm, but she wasn’t done. She leaned in, her tongue tracing my lips, her eyes wild. “Let’s go again,” she whispered, her hand already stroking my cock back to hardness.
