Fake Driving School Barbie earns her pass with a huge facial

Busty British babe Barbie strolled into Fake Driving School, her fake tits bouncing with each step. The sun-kissed blonde had been eager to notch that elusive ‘P’ – ‘pass’ of course – on her driving record. But little did Miss Barbie know, today’s test would involve buckling up for a whole different kind of ride.

She slid into the passenger seat, her mini skirt riding up to reveal a succulent glimpse of taut thigh. The examiner, a ruggedly handsome bloke with a cocky grin, took the driver’s seat. After going over the basics – seatbelt, mirrors, ignition – he reached over and suggestively palmed Barbie’s ample assets.

“Alright luv, let’s see what you’re made of,” he said with a wink, kicking the engine into gear. The car lurched forward as Barbie gripped the wheel, his wandering hand never leaving her heaving chest.

“Um, excuse me, I thought we were here to test my driving skills?” Barbie said, but her voice held a flirty lilt. His roaming touch was already igniting a smouldering between her legs.

“Oh, I’m testing your skills alright, love,” he quipped, downshifting to turn a corner. “But I’d say you’re mostly skilled with this fine pair of hooters.”

He gave her tits a squeeze, making Barbie yelp – and making her nipples stiffen against her low-cut blouse. “Maybe you should focus on staying between the lines, yeah?” She bit her lip, desire coursing through her nubile body. As wishy-washy as her driving might be, one thing stayed straight and true – that surging bulge in his trousers.

“Normally I follow road rules…” Barbie purred, cutting the wheel to park the car in an alcove. “But rules are made to be…bent.” With that she unzipped his fly, fishing out his enormous, throbbing Cock. “Ahh, but what’s this? Looks like you’ll have to fail me for distracted driving.” And with that, Barbie took him into her mouth, lathering his shaft with her swollen lips.

The practiced way she slurped his Cock told him she was no ordinary student. “Fucking hell,” he grunted as she deepthroated his aching shaft. “If all you dru-ive student-.mmmph- it’s drivin’, you’d be top of the class.”

Barbie giggled around his thick meat, sucking it with enthusiasm as she played with his heavy balls. Pre-cum oozed from the tip and she lapped it up greedily. “I’d rather top your cock,” she murmured throatily. With that, she peeled off her blouse and skirt, revealing her sumptuous body clad only in a lacy bra and thong.

The examiner gripped her hair, guiding her mouth up and down his engorged length. “You’ll have to get a ticket for public indecency,” he leered, his voice strained with pleasure. “And I think I know the perfect punishment.”

Barbie’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Cum on my face, then!” She climbed into his lap, straddling him. Deftly, she slid her thong to the side and eased his meaty pole into her soaking cunt. “Mmmph! Bet you throw this out for all the pretty girls, dontcha, Mister?”

Overcome with lust, he gripped her hips and pumped into her, sultry cries spilling from her lips. Her walls gripped him tight as she rose and fell on his steel shaft, tits bouncing in his face. “That’s it, take this cock! Show me that pussy’s ready for its L,” he grunted.

In no time at all, Barbie’s body tensed, her hips juddering wildly as a fierce orgasm ripped through her. Just then, he let out a bestial roar, and rope after rope of hot, sticky come shot up to paint her face. The thick jizz dripped from her eyebrows, her cheeks, her chin – a true mark of accomplishment.

With a satisfied sigh, Barbie dismounted, his spunk already running down her neck and chest. The examiner slid a hand through her hair, smearing his release. “I think you’ve passed with-”

“Flying colours!” Barbie finished with a wink, licking a dollop of spunk off her finger. “I can’t wait to show my mummy and daddy my passin’-grade facial.” With a cheeky giggle, she redressed, collecting her sisterly spunk on her fingers and sucking them clean.

And so Barbie impressed her instructor with her many…skills, the pass she earned far more fulfilling than a silly card ever could. Bouncing out to her car, her face clean but for a sly, satisfied grin, one can only imagine what delectable adventure awaits this little minx at her next driving lesson.