Fake Taxi – Sometimes I wonder if my Enormous Cock will give up [Fake Taxi]

The cab door slams shut, and she slides across the seat, her thighs glistening with a mix of moonlight and sweat. “You’re the driver, right?” she purrs, running a finger along the sticky vinyl. I grunt, eyes locked on the road, but my cock’s already straining against my jeans. She notices, laughs, a dirty sound that makes my balls tighten. “Big boy,” she coos, reaching over to squeeze my thigh, inching closer to the monster in my pants. I can feel her breath on my neck, hot and ragged. “Ever wonder if it’ll give out?” she teases, hand trailing up to rub the thick bulge. “Let’s find out,” she whispers, unzipping me, freeing my enormous cock. Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t hesitate, wrapping her small hand around the shaft, stroking slow and firm. I groan, the cab filling with the sound of her dirty laughter and the wet slaps of her hand on my skin. She leans down, tongue flicking out to lick the precum dripping from the tip. “Fuck,” I hiss, my hips jerking as she takes me deep, her mouth stretching wide to accommodate my size. She gags, tears streaming down her face, but she doesn’t stop, taking me deeper, her head bobbing up and down in a messy, sloppy rhythm. The cab fills with the sounds of her choking, my grunts, and the wet, obscene noises of her deepthroating my enormous cock. Her hand finds my balls, rolling them gently, sending shocks of pleasure through my body. I can feel the pressure building, the heat coiling in my stomach. She moans around my cock, the vibration pushing me closer to the edge. I groan, my hands gripping the steering wheel tight as I fight to keep control. But she’s relentless, her mouth and hand working in tandem, driving me wild. I can’t take it anymore, my body tensing as I explode, my cock pulsing as I fill her mouth with my hot, sticky cum. She swallows, gagging slightly, but takes it all, her eyes watering as she looks up at me, a dirty smile on her face. “Still going strong,” she laughs, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. I grin, zipping up as she slides back into her seat, her cheeks flushed and her lips swollen. The cab is filled with the scent of sex and the taste of cum, a dirty reminder of the filthy act we just committed.