Welcome To Fake Taxi and enjoy the fucking ride [Fake Taxi]

The taxi’s cab is a grimy cage of lust, the scent of cheap perfume and old upholstery making my cock twitch as she slides in, her skirt riding up to reveal thighs slick with sweat. Her eyes lock onto mine in the rearview, a smirk playing on her lips. “I might be just from a field,” she admits, her voice a husky drawl, “but I know how to fuck.” She leans forward, her breath hot on my ear. “My taxi, my fucking rules.” Her hand snakes down, unzipping my pants, pulling out my throbbing dick. She strokes it, her grip firm, her nails digging into my shaft. She leans back, spreading her legs wide, showing me her cunt, glistening and ready. “Fuck me,” she demands, her voice a raw growl. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

I waste no time, my hands gripping her thighs, pulling her towards me. Her pussy is wet, her lips swollen, her clit hard and begging for attention. I plunge two fingers into her, her juices coating my hand. She moans, her head falling back, her body arching towards me. I lean in, my tongue replacing my fingers, licking her slit, sucking her clit. She grinds against my face, her hands fisting my hair. I can feel her body tensing, her breaths coming in short gasps. I know she’s close. I stand, my cock in hand, and position myself at her entrance. She looks up at me, her eyes wild with desire. “Fuck me,” she repeats, her voice a desperate plea. I oblige, slamming into her, my hips moving in a relentless rhythm. Her moans fill the cab, her body bouncing with each thrust. I can feel her pussy clenching around me, her body convulsing as she comes. I follow soon after, my cock pulsing, my cum filling her. She collapses back, a satisfied smile on her face. “Good boy,” she praises, her voice a soft purr. “Now drive.”