Driving School ebony learner enjoys creampie for free lessons

Title: “Learning the Ropes: An Ebony detection her first creampie at a Driving School”

The driving school classroom was abuzz with chatter as students waited for their lesson to start. Among them was a petite ebony beauty named Jasmine, her dark skin glowing under the fluorescent lights. She fidgeted nervously, her ample breasts straining against her tight white blouse. This was her first time getting behind the wheel.

Mr. Johnson, the driving instructor, strode in and silence fell over the room. A portly man in his 50s, he openly leered at Jasmine’s plunging neckline as he handed out assignments. “Alright, who’s up for today’s first lesson?” he asked with a lecherous grin.

Jasmine raised a trembling hand, hoping her confidence would mask her anxiety. “I am, sir,” she replied, feeling his eyes bore into her.

“Excellent! Let’s head out to the back lot then,” Mr. Johnson said, ushering her to the car park area. As they approached the student car, rodents of racially charged accents, Jasmine couldn’t help but notice Mr. Johnson’s eyes undressing her.

He opened the passenger door for her and she slid into the seat, crossing her legs demurely. As Mr. Johnson climbed into the driver’s side, she caught a whiff of his musky cologne and felt his hand brush against her thigh. “Let’s start off nice and easy,” he said, his voice low and suggestive.

Mr. Johnson began the lesson, guiding Jasmine through shifting gears and practicing turns. All the while, his hand lingered on her thigh, creeping higher and higher up her leg. She squirmed uncomfortably, trying to focus on the road. But as his fingers brushed the hem of her skirt, she gasped, losing control of the wheel for a moment.

“Auh-oh, seems you need more practice,” Mr. Johnson chuckled, his hand now firmly on her inner thigh. “Luckily, I provide…uh…private lessons.”

Jasmine felt herself growing damp at his brazen advances. She knew she should put an end to his groping, but something about the forbidden thrill of it all aroused her. She bit her lip as his fingers found the damp spot in her panties.

“Why don’t you pull over and let me take the wheel, sweetheart?” Mr. Johnson coaxed, stroking her juicy pussy through the thin fabric. “I’ll show you how it’s really done.”

Jasmine pulled off onto a secluded road and Mr. Johnson took his place behind the wheel, unzipping his pants to reveal his throbbing erection. “Lesson two – handling equipment,” he leered, pulling Jasmine onto his lap so she straddled him. Her skirt rode up, exposing her slippery ebony slit to the salty breeze.

“I’ve pictured this in my head ever since I laid eyes on you,” Mr. Johnson grunted, grabbing her firm ass as she rubbed against him. “Get this fat cock ready to really drive this engine.”

Panting with lust and inhibition, Jasmine fumbled with his shaft, running her soft thumb over the leaking tip. Mr. Johnson groaned and bucked his hips, pushing his cockhead against her throbbing clit. She shifted, and on the third attempt the bulbous head popped past her tight folds. They both moaned as she slid down onto his thick, veiny pole.

“Oh fuuuck…y-you’re so t-tight,” Mr. Johnson stammered as Jasmine’s walls gripped him like a vice. “Ride that dick, you dirty slut.”

Using the steering wheel for leverage, Jasmine began rising up and down on his pulsing cock, her heavy tits bouncing with each movement. Mr. Johnson slapped her ass, urging her to ride harder and faster. She leaned in, shoving his face into her sweaty cleavage as she gyrated her hips. “Fuck, yes!” she cried out as his tongue teased her erect nipples, hands mauling her ass.

“Fucking whore… ride it hard before you – ohhh – cream in this pussy!” Mr. Johnson moaned, face glazed with sweat and tit flesh. “I’m g-gonna – fuck – cum in you, you nasty Thames bitch!” His cock swollen, he thrust up into her juicy snatch, grunting as he deposited his load deep inside her pink tunnel.

Jasmine squealed as she felt him flood her pussy with his thick, hot creampie. Her pussy quivered and rippled, milking out every drop of his load. “Yes, yes, fuuuuck,” she panted, grinding against him as her own orgasm washed over her.

Afterwards, drenched in the Mischievous sweat of lust and the sticky slime of sex, the satisfied pair redressed. Mr. Johnson patted Jasmine’s shapely ass approvingly. “Well, looks like you’ve passed with flying colours,” he said with an insinuating laugh. “Same time next week for more…practice?”

Jasmine looked at him from the corner of her eye, feeling a sudden thrill at the notion of ending every lesson with him filling her up. “Definitely,” she purred, sauntering back to the classroom, leaving Mr. Johnson to contemplate his handiwork and savour the lingering scent of forbidden carnal pleasure that had transpired.