Fake Driving School busty jailbird takes instructor on a wild ride!
Title: A Wild Ride with a Busty Jailbird at Fake Driving School
Strapped into the passenger seat, the VR camera gives me an up-close view of Chloe’s bountiful bosom straining against her revealing tank top. Her perky nipples are clearly defined through the thin fabric as they bounce with each turn of the steering wheel. I can’t focus on the road when giant globes of taffy flesh are tantalizing my senses so.
“Keep your eyes on the road!” Chloe scolds, noticing my wandering gaze. She arches her back, pushing her river-sized rack into my face. “I’m trying to focus here!”
My eyes are glued to the gynecologist-white flesh and her caramel-areola’d nipples as she arches her back, cackling at my predicament. Finally, she relents, allowing me a glance at her slutty prison issue cellulite-covered thighs as they rub together, spreading the musky scent of her readiness.
“Careful vixen,” I manage in a breathy rasp. “Hands on the wheel.”
“I know what you’re thinking, ya dirty scoundrel,” Chloe says with a ravenous half-smile. “Slow learner, have to remind him a time or two who’s the boss. Well today is your lucky day bucko, meet your black belt in the quick stirrup.”
The blue hued auto-erotic dream continues in a haze of unbound lust as Chloe finally upgrades from top gear to the red Manual Stick. In one smooth motion, she shoves the gearshift down, yanking on it until it pops, revealing a throbbing British bull watching me from the rearview.
“Suck it, love!” Chloe commands in a tone that would not be denied. Eagerly I comply, letting her greasy pole slide between my lips, filling my throat with the salty essence of her long-forgotten moans. “Ach ye aa, deepthroat that log!”
Momentarily releasing my throat-holding grip on the Shift Stick, Chloe finds the knobs on the radio, cranking up the volume to cover her guttural cries. Soon the car has glided to a stop in a secluded crescent, giving her the room necessary to fully unleash her sexual beast, drawing the attention of onlookers with her howls.
Wailing, she plunges her snatch onto the main gear stick, taking it all the way to the park, humping herself into a lust-induced frenzy. “Suck that gear stick! Lick me, fill me up!” Still lust-crazed, she slips two fingers into my slobbering mouth for lubrication, before plumbing her own furry depths with the slick digits.
Buoyed by this fiendishly incestuous lust, I lean over and shove my own Suzuki into her greasy Twenty-Inch Predator Load Muffler. Greased up from the slobber on her mechanical pole, I slide in and out, sloshing her auto-suction gear tunnel. The ribbed sync of our bodies combined with the reverberation of the windows shaking from Chloe’s screams signal that her climax is near.
Chloe reaches a shuddering climax, juices squirting from her buzzing gearbox, splashing onto the upholstered seat. I explode soon after, pelting her with my finishing formula, leaving her seat a hopeless mess. Her juices mingle with my own as I pull out, giving her yearning nethers one final press with the head of my genius-stick, in salute.
As we tidy ourselves up for the drive home, I realize who exactly is in control of this car… and of this ravenous vixen behind the wheel. A smile crosses my face, as i realize the routes she is choosing… all of which have Rundown alleys, for more repetition learning…
We never make it out of that deadpan-zone . Hungry for her student again, and again !
I click my seat belt, with a smug half-closed aftertaste look to my brunette bandit of the brazen brawny. “Ready for lesson two, lover?”
