Please, Fuck Me so fucking HARD [Fake Taxi]
The cab is crawling through back roads, hidden away from the main drag. She’s up front, driving, her shorts so tight they’re practically painted on, the seam disappearing into her pussy. Behind her, I’m sprawled out, cock hard as steel, watching her ass jiggle with every shift of the gears. She knows I’m here, knows what I want. “Not really, I’ve just started really. I just need to go and do some working out,” she says, her voice a sultry purr. She glances at me through the rearview mirror, lips parted, eyes hungry. She pulls over, kills the engine, and turns to face me. “So, what’s it gonna be, big boy? You gonna fuck me, or just sit there with that throbbing cock in your pants?” She unbuckles, climbs over the seat, and straddles me. I grab her hips, grind her down on me. She moans, throws her head back, and I yank down her top, suck her tits hard. She’s wet, soaking through her shorts. I tear them off, fingers diving into her cunt, fucking her rough. She rides my hand, begs for more. “Fuck me so fucking hard,” she pants, and I obey, flipping her over, pounding her deep. The cab fills with the smell of sex, her screams of pleasure echoing as I drill her, relentless, brutal. She comes, convulsing around my cock, but I don’t stop, can’t stop, until I explode inside her, filling her with my hot cum.
Her eyes are glossed over, breaths coming in ragged gasps as she sinks down into the seat beside me. The cab is a mess of sweat and spit, her shorts discarded on the floor, my cock still twitching from the intense fuck. She turns to me, a wicked smile playing on her lips. “That was… fucking incredible,” she whispers, reaching out to trace a finger down my chest. “But I think we need to clean up this mess,” she says, her hand wrapping around my semi-hard cock, already stirring to life again. “Again? Already?” I groan, but she just laughs, a dark, dirty sound, as she leans over, taking me into her mouth, sucking me back to life. The cab ride home is going to be a long, dirty one.
