Fake Taxi – Little Valentines Day cosplay clown SQUIRTS and CUMS HARD [Fake Taxi]

The sun bore down on the taxi, its interior a sweltering cage of leather and plastic. The clown inside, a twisted Valentine’s Day grotesque, was already writhing by the time I slid into the backseat. She leered at me, those painted lips spreading wide, revealing a tongue that snaked out to lick the rim of her oversized red mouth. Her hand shot out, gripping my cock through my pants, squeezing hard enough to make me grunt. “No fare for the fancy tricks I got up my clown sleeves,” she rasped, her voice a gravelly purr. She forced my zipper down, yanking out my dick, and before I could blink, her mouth was engulfed around it. Her head bobbed furiously, those colorful balloons bouncing around her like some sick, perverse parade. I could feel her gagging, taking me deep, her saliva dripping down her chin, mixing with the cheap greasepaint. She pulled back, gasping for air, but only for a second before she dove back down, her nose pressing against my pubes. Her fingers dug into my thighs, leaving crescent moon marks. I could feel the pressure building, my balls tightening. She knew it too, her eyes watering as she looked up at me, my cock still wedged in her throat. She moaned, the vibration sending me over the edge. I exploded, my cum shooting down her throat, but she didn’t flinch, swallowing every last drop. She pulled off, a string of saliva connecting her mouth to my dick. She smiled, her teeth stained white with my cum, and then, with a wicked gleam in her eyes, she spread her legs, revealing her soaked pussy. She started to finger herself, her body convulsing as she squirted, the warm liquid spraying onto the taxi seat, mixing with the stench of sex and cheap perfume.