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“Naughty on the Road”

Comely cocoa-skinned seductress Tasha coalesces into Britains Fake Driving School, her voluptuous curves amplifying her assured swagger. As the jiggly ebony minx prances into the examination room, the seasoned lesbian instructor, Gillian, does a doubletake. Tashas immense natural breasts nearly pop free from her form-fitting cotton tee, while yoga pants cling greedily to her plump, perky bottom.

“I’m here to take my test,” coos Tasha, hips swaying hypnotically as she approaches the stunned older woman. Her sultry tone matches her seductive smile. “I hope you’ll make it a lesson I’ll never forget.”

Gillian clears her throat, composed once more. “Right then, let’s get cracking. Grab those keys.” She gestures to the pink and white rate-car held prisoner under aalach on the other side of the room.

Tasha strolls across the room to the automobile, her bottom bouncing alluringly. She plucks the keys, considering them thoughtfully before turning and casting a roguish grin toward Gillian. “I’m afraid Im much better with my hands… Feeling things… Touching enticing curves.”

The mature lesbian instructor winks back, an inviting smirk playing at the corner of her mouth. “An important skill set, indeed. Tell me more, my dear.”

“Im sure it will come as no surprise that I love caressing. Silky, firm flesh.” Tasha reaches out to stroke Gillian’s cheek, feather-light. “Stroking slowly, then more insistently.” Her fingers trail down the older womans throat.

“Mm, such skills.” Gillian holds Tasha’s gaze, green eyes hooded. “You must spend time on technique. Precise, teasing movements. Aiming for her pleasure.”

“Arousal is the key.” Tasha’s fingertips dance across Gillian’s clavicle then downward over mounds restrained by a straining white blouse. “Whimpering and soft touches. Intense grasping. An exquisite, torturous heartbeat.”

Panting slightly, Gillian nods. “When they reach their climax, you must be prepared. Lack of control, inhibitions vanish. She will be wild, begging to be taken…”

Tasha licks her full lips, gazing wantonly at her partner. “And after, complete satisfaction. Stroking hair with a satisfied sigh.”

Suddenly the mood shifts; Gillian snaps back abruptly. “Only the keys for you, love.” Winking saucily, she smacks Tasha’s backside lightly.

“Ooh!” Startled, Tasha’s ample assets bounce. She giggles before flicking her hair over one shoulder. “I’m ready to give it a whirl!”

The delectable driver delicately places her assets behind the wheel, backside wiggling into the seat enticingly. Musky perfume wafts deliciously. She keys the ignition and the car roars to life.

Hands squeezing the wheel, she glances at her teacher over one bare shoulder. “I’m hard on the gas pedal too, love,” Tasha quips, slamming her foot down. The car lurches.

The lesson proceeds apace: confidence, swift shifting, but Tasha seems distracted. The instructor reaches over to take over quickly, her small hand competently on the gearshift.

The two women’s thighs press together in the enclosed space. Gillian’s warm breath ruffles Tasha’s ear. “Careful, you’re losing control.”

“Mmmm…” Tasha arches, straining towards her mentor’s touch. “Let me go.”

“Open your eyes.” Gillian sounds stern, but her hands stroke Tasha’s thigh. Her fingers trace higher, up inner thigh and into her slip. She cups Tasha’s mound, stroking hotly. Tasha undulates, face blushing, eyes shut, meeting Gillian’s movements. “Like that?”

“So good… more…” Tasha’s voice chokes. “So close…”

The car swerves, a horn blares. Tasha bounces in her seat, hardly in control, groaning as her teacher deftly rotates fingers within her sopping folds.

Throwing her head back, Tasha explodes, thighs clenching. A tidal wave of feeling crashes over her. Clinging to the steering wheel, she maximalizes rapture even as Gillian tenderly gingerly withdraws commander hand. Breathy praise and Tasha languishing in euphoria.

Gillian puts a restraining hand on Tasha’s shoulder, sneaking a sly peek at her test-drive passenger’s reaction through the side mirror. “Well, you certainly know how to get a thrill behind the wheel. I’ll have to file my report in!”

Tasha, still flushed and giggling to herself, flashes a wicked smile in return. “Same time next week?”

Cruising through the streets in a daze, aroused and overwhelmed, Tasha knows – motor skills class has never been so good!