240919自動車の練習場で裏切りおせっせh1
In the heart of bustling Tokyo, a rarely explored world tucked away in the sprawling metropolis – the driving practice space, a place where secrets lurk beneath the veneer of amicability. It’s here that we meet our protagonist, a feisty young woman, Sayaka, who’s come to hone her driving skills on her own terms.
Sayaka, a petite 21-year-old with fiery hair and an equally fiery spirit, pulls into the lot in her cherry-red Tesla, the sleek vehicle a stark contrast to the outdated practise cars surrounding it. She’s not here to learn, not really. Sayaka has an ulterior motive – the thrill of seducing unsuspecting instructors, one of whom will be the lucky recipient of her affections today.
As she steps out of her car, the crisp click of her heels on the pavement echoes through the practise area. Sayaka wears a tight-fitting cocktail dress, far too provocative for a driving lesson, but the very vision of her in such a daring ensemble has many a jaw dropping. The Hunger Games-style pennants fluttering in the breeze tell tales of her past conquests.
“I’m here to join the H section, instructor,” she purrs seductively, her voice dripping with unspoken promises. The middle-aged man gulps, trying in vain to avert his gaze from the scandalous plunging neckline of Sayaka’s dress. His mind races with lecherous thoughts, everything from her perky breasts to her seemingly endless legs. He almost regrets signing up for this line of work. Almost.
“O-Okay then!” the instructor stammers, his voice cracking like a pubescent teenager’s. “If you’ll just follow me…” He leads Sayaka to a van, his eyes shamelessly wandering as she walks behind him. “We’ve had some…trouble…with the activity of the vehicles, so I’ll be observing from the passenger seat.”
The man clambers into the back of the van, the unsettling metallic clanking of handcuffs against metal as he makes himself comfortable. “Just follow my instructions and you’ll be fine!” He hands Sayaka the keys and quickly buckles himself in with the cuffs, signalling she’s free to begin her lesson.
Sayaka slips into the driver’s seat, the leather creaking under her magnetically charged presence. Slipping the key into the ignition, she revs the engine to a throaty roar, the van vibrating with intentions yet unspoken. She guns it, the vehicle lurching forward with a nauseating jolt. The centre pole looms closer and closer, Sayaka steering it directly with uncanny precision.
“B-brakes!” the instructor yelps, the sound of metal crunching and his head slamming violently against the back of his seat. But Sayaka pays him no heed, swerving the van through the course with reckless abandon. The vehicle rebels against her, but she is the master, and it antes up, sliding into a perfect parallel parking position beside her crumpled teacher.
“Fuck. Lesson finished,” Sayaka breathes, her chest heaving. She needs to cum, desperately, and she needs it now. Bounding out of the van, she rips open the back door and pounces on the trembling instructor, straddling him in his compromising predicament.
“W-w-wait!” he sputters, but his meagre protests are cut short as Sayaka’s lips crash onto his, obliterating his feeble resistance. She grinds her hips against him, their lust igniting like a blazing inferno. “Fuck, yes!” she moans, feeling his hardness through his pants.
Sayaka’s hands make quick work of his belt, mouthing an apology as she bites his lips raw, leaving him gasping for air. She frees his throbbing cock and starts stroking it with a firm grip, matching the rhythm of her hips grinding against his clothed member. The van rocks back and forth, the erratic movement making their act even more lewd.
Her moves are furious, almost angry, as if vengeance is what she seeks. Her pussy weeps from the stimulation, soaking through her flimsy panties. “I need you inside me,” she growls, abandoning his prick to shuffle her thong aside. Sayaka shifts her weight, aligning his rigid shaft with her dripping folds. She lowers herself, stroking his cock with her velvety walls before slamming down, impaling herself on his swollen flesh with a guttural moan.
“Argh!” the instructor grunts, barely able to form words as Sayaka starts riding him like a woman possessed. Her tits bounce in the low neckline of her dress, and the instructor gulps audibly at the hypnotic sight. She’s in full control, using his cock for her pleasure as she grinds her clit against his pubic bone with each downward thrust.
Their bodies slide together with obscene noises, sweat and arousal mingling together to make a mess of the interior of the van. Sayaka’s fingers dig into the instructor’s thighs, leaving angry red marks as she fucks herself on his rod. “Yes, yes, fuck, yessss!” she cries out, her voice echoing through the metal vehicle.
The pressure builds in her core, a blinding white light threatening to explode behind her eyes. She’s close, so fucking close. Dragging her nails down the instructor’s chest, Sayaka clenches her muscles around him like a vice. “Make me cum,” she breathes, her words a command rather than a request.
The instructor moans brokenly, his orgasm building in his balls. With a guttural groan, he releases, spurting warm ropes of seed deep inside Sayaka’s spasming cunt. The feeling of his hot jizz triggering an earth-shattering climax, Sayaka throws her head back and screams her pleasure for the whole world to hear.
She collapses against the trembling instructor, their chests heaving in tandem as they catch their breath. Sayaka pulls herself off of him with a lewd squelch, watching in satisfaction as his cum trickles out of her used pussy. She feels a sense of pride – she’s got another instructor’s number, and that’s the most important thing.
Grabbing her purse, Sayaka slinks out of the back of the van, her legs wobbly but her confidence at full capacity. She shoots a wink over her shoulder at the red-faced instructor as she saunters back to her car, not even bothering to adjust her dress.
Climbing into her Tesla, Sayaka revs the engine and speeds out of the practise lot, ready to find her next victim.