Fucking my sexy driver in the backseat

The driver of the DerekTaxi cab, a burly Arab man in his late 30s, was having a particularly stressful day. The traffic in the bustling city was horrendous, and his fares were more demanding than usual. Just as he was about to call it a day, a stunning young Arab woman, no older than 22, flagged down his taxi.
“Hop in,” he grunted, barely looking up from his phone. As she slid into the backseat, the driver couldn’t help but steal a glance at her reflection in the rearview mirror. She was an absolute knockout, with ample curves that filled out her low-cut top and tight jeans in all the right places.
“Where to, princess?” he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
She looked up at him, her dark eyes sparkling with mischief. “Does it matter? I want to get to know you better.”
The driver felt a stirring in his loins. This was unexpected, but not unwelcome. He pulled the taxi over to the side of the road and turned to face her, his back against the door.
“What’s your name, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice low and husky.
“Amina,” she purished, biting her lower lip.
“Well, Amina, I think we can skip the pleasantries and get right to the point, don’t you?”
She nodded, a coy smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “I thought you’d never ask.”
With that, she leaned over the center console and planted a searing kiss on his lips. The driver groaned, losing himself in the taste of her. His hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts and squeezing her ass.
Amina broke the kiss, her chest heaving with desire. “Let’s take this to the backseat,” she purished.
The driver didn’t need to be told twice. He climbed over the console and settled into the backseat, Amina climbing in after him. She straddled his lap, grinding her hips against his growing bulge.
“Someone’s excited,” she teased, running her fingers through his thick beard.
“Oh, you have no idea,” he growled, capturing her lips in another passionate kiss.
Their hands fumbled with buttons and zippers, desperate to touch each other. The driver tugged Amina’s top off, revealing a lacy black bra that barely contained her overflowing breasts. He lavished attention on her cleavage, burying his face in her soft flesh.
Amina gasped, arching her back to press herself against him. Her nimble fingers worked open his pants, freeing his throbbing cock. It sprang to attention, long and thick, a bead of precum glistening at the tip.
She wrapped her hand around it, stroking it slowly. “Mmm, you’re so big,” she purished, “I can’t wait to feel you inside me.”
The driver groaned, thrusting his hips up to meet her touch. “Then stop teasing and start sucking, baby.”
Amina wasted no time, dropping to her knees on the floor of the backseat. She took his cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head before sliding it deeper into her throat. The driver fisted his hands in her hair, guiding her movements as she bobbed up and down on his shaft.
“Oh fuck, just like that,” he grunted, lost in the exquisite pleasure of her mouth.
She continued to suck him, her hand pumping what she couldn’t fit in her mouth. The driver’s balls tightened, and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Just as he was about to pull her off, Amina pulled back, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his cock.
“Mmm, you taste so good,” she purished, licking her lips. “But I want you to cum inside me.”
The driver needed no further encouragement. He pulled her up and onto his lap, her back pressed against his chest. He reached around to unclasp her bra, freeing her breasts. He massaged them roughly, pinching and tugging at her nipples until she was writhing in his arms.
“Please,” she whimpered, “I need you inside me. Now.”
The driver didn’t hesitate. He hiked up her skirt and pushed her panties aside, burying two fingers deep in her wet heat. She was dripping, ready for him. He dropped his fingers in favor of his cock, guiding it to her entrance.
Amina sank down on him, a low moan escaping her lips as he filled her completely. The driver gripped her hips, lifting her up and down on his shaft, setting a brutal pace. The car rocked with the force of their movements, the windows steaming up around them.
“Fuck, your pussy feels so good,” the driver grunted, pounding into her harder.
Amina met his thrusts, her thighs quivering with the effort. “Harder,” she demanded, “fuck me harder.”
The driver obliged, slamming into her with renewed vigor. He could feel her climax approaching, her pussy clamping down on his cock like a vice.
“I’m going to cum,” she cried out, her fingers digging into his thighs.
“Do it,” he growled, “cum on my cock.”
With a final thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself into her willing body. Amina followed seconds behind, her orgasm crashing over her in intense waves.
They collapsed against each other, chests heaving and bodies trembling with the aftershocks of their shared pleasure. The driver gathered Amina into his arms, cradling her against his chest as they both caught their breath.
“You know,” he said, his voice rough from exertion, “I think I’m going to like driving you around.”
Amina giggled, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
They stayed like that for a long moment, basking in the glow of their encounter. The driver knew this was just the beginning of a very satisfying arrangement.