Fake Taxi – Experienced French Sex coach teaches younger driver a thing or two [Fake Taxi]

In the grimy backseat of the taxi, the air thick with anticipation, I, the aspiring cabbie, watch as Madame Colette, the seasoned French sex coach, slips off her stockings. Her legs, smooth and toned, glisten under the faint glow of the streetlights filtering through the cab windows. She smirks, her eyes locked onto mine in the rearview mirror, as she spreads her thighs wide, revealing her bare, shaved cunt. “You think you know how to drive, chéri?” she purrs, her fingers trailing up her inner thigh. “Let’s see if you can handle more than just the road.” She leans back, her skirt hiked up around her waist, and begins to finger herself, her moans filling the car. I can feel my cock throbbing, straining against my pants as I watch her plump lips part, her fingers delving deep into her slick pussy. She pulls them out, glistening with her juices, and brings them to her mouth, sucking them clean. “Your turn, driver,” she commands, her voice a husky whisper. I can’t resist. I unzip my pants, freeing my hard cock, and start to stroke it, my eyes never leaving her writhing form. She smiles, satisfied, and spreads her legs even wider, inviting me to feast on her dripping cunt. I know I should be driving, but all I can think about is burying my face between her thighs, tasting her sweet nectar. I reach out, my fingers brushing against her wet folds, and she lets out a soft gasp. “That’s it,” she whispers, her hips grinding against my hand. “Show me what you’ve got, driver.” I can feel her body trembling, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as I slip a finger inside her, then another, fucking her with my hand while my thumb circles her clit. She’s so wet, so ready, and I can’t wait to feel her tight pussy clamped around my cock. I lean in, my tongue replacing my thumb, licking and sucking her clit while my fingers continue to pound into her. She cries out, her body convulsing as she comes, her juices flooding my mouth. But I’m not done yet. I stand up, my cock poised at her entrance, and slam into her, hard. She screams, a mix of pain and pleasure, as I begin to fuck her, my hips moving in a rough, desperate rhythm. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper into her, and I can feel her nails digging into my back, drawing blood. But I don’t care. All I care about is the feel of her hot, wet pussy gripping my cock, the sound of her moans filling the car, and the sight of her face, contorted in ecstasy. I fuck her harder, faster, my body slamming against hers with each thrust. She’s screaming now, her voice a high-pitched wail that fills the cab, and I can feel her body tensing, ready to come again. I reach down, my fingers finding her clit, and rub it hard, sending her over the edge. She comes with a force that shocks me, her body bucking wildly as she screams out her release. I can feel her pussy clamping down on my cock, milking it, and I know I’m about to explode. I pull out, my cock throbbing, and stroke it fast, my hand slick with her juices. I come with a roar, my cum spraying onto her stomach, her tits, her face. She laughs, a dirty, satisfied sound, and licks her lips, tasting me. “Not bad, driver,” she says, her voice a low purr. “Not bad at all.”