Fake Driving School squirting orgasm busty milf takes creampie after lesson

The sun was shining brightly as the busty blonde British MILF, bustling her huge tits in a tight low-cut top, sashayed into the Fake Driving School office. Her name was Sharon and she was known for her gigantic fake tits, voracious sexual appetite and penchant for a good time. Today was the day she was determined to get her license, then get laid.

“Morning, lover!” Sharon purred, winking suggestively at the young, straitlaced male instructor behind the counter. “I’m Sharon, your pupil for today. Let’s get driving…and see where things take us, hehe!”

The young man gulped, clearly intimidated by Sharon’s ample assets. “Er, right this way to the car then,” he said, leading her out to the parking lot. Sharon made sure to walk slowly, intentionally putting an extra sway in her hips so her enormous fake tits bounce hypnotically with each step.

Once they reached the car, Sharon made a show of getting into the passenger seat, bending over right in front of the instructor. Her tiny miniskirt rode up, revealing her thong-clad ass and the outline of her shaved pussy. She looked back with a naughty grin.

“Woah there, nearly forgot my knickers! Oopsie!” Sharon giggled. She pretended to struggle to pull the thong out from between her ass cheeks, kneading her big butt and pointing her huge fake tits right into the instructor’s face. “A bit of help love? My fingers are too stubby.”

Since no red-blooded male could resist a request like that, the instructor reached in and started tugging on Sharon’s thong. His hand accidentally brushed against her pussy as he wrenched the lacey fabric free. Sharon yelped and then moaned loudly.

“Mmm, that feels nice down there!” she cooed. “I’ve always been a shy sort… Easy to startle. You’ll have to be gentle with me. Especially when I’m excitable behind the wheel. I get just so…carried away!”

The instructor let out a strained chuckle as he hurriedly pulled the car door shut to “give Sharon some privacy.” However, Sharon simply intimately positioned herself with her legs wide open, back arched, hands squeezing her huge fake tits, and moaned as if he’d just plunge a finger deep inside her on the spot. “Ohhhh! Thats the ticket!” she squealed.

“Erm, shall we get going then?” the instructor asked, trying to redirect. “Seatbelt!” Sharon grinned devilishly. “In a minute, sweetie. This old gal needs to get herself ready. Since this car will be trying to steer itself with my big tits. I know already.” She pressed her cleavage together to make her joke extra provocative. The instructor laughed nervously, knowing he was in for a wild ride.

Finally buckled in, Sharon gazed wistfully out the window, nipples hardening under her top. “I always loved driving, because it makes me…wet with excitement. Like I’m imagined a massive…-RIGHT SAFETY FIRST!” Sharon suddenly shouted. She whipped out her oversized tits as if about to breastfeed the gearshift.

The safety precautions continued this way – no matter what Sharon claimed to turn a dead serious wife, she simply couldn’t help but flash her tits or slide her fingers around her clit, often claiming she wore “the distracting finger ring,” or that car seat material is just “crowding my clit.” By the third turn, she was full-on gyrating.

“Let’s talk about intoxication!” Sharon declared, starting to rub herself. “You know, anything in excess. Like holding my tits for too long. They’re…they’re just getting so slippery I can barely…submit!”

The instructor had no choice to pull over while Sharon rubbed herself to an earth-shattering orgasm, tits bouncing up to shoulder level. She squirted all over the dashboard. “SICK!” was Sharon’s commentary. She refrained for the rest of the lesson to not to be “too sick.”

But the ends of the lesson could not come fast enough, and when the instructor finally called it, Sharon practically leapt on him in appreciation. “Darlin’, you’re an absolute champion. We’re going to celebrate!” she declared. Before the instructor could protest, she was unbuckling his pants like a horny animal. His cock stiffened to full alert, as she slathered her tongue along his shaft. She pumped his length faster and faster, until he seized her meaningfully.

“Wait one second…” the instructor said firmly. He undid his belt, and Sharon grabbed his girthy, angry red cock, stroking it demolishingly in record time. The instructor’s eyes rolled back, and he French kissed Sharon while she jackhammered him with her tits. They both came simultaneously, his cum dribbling down her face.

“Bless my fucking soul!” Sharon exclaimed, as she pleased her cum-soaked face with the instructor’s cock. “We match now, lover!” And then she sent him on his way home with a hefty tip for tax reasons.

The next day, Sharon returned to take her final license test…and received an “A” grade. Which had everything to do with her tits for brains.