Fake Taxi Those huge natural boobs are made for titwanks

The Fake Taxi rideshare passenger was a bombshell – long red hair, tattoos winding up her curvaceous arms, and the most enormous, perky tits anyone had ever seen on a woman. Her tight crop top could barely contain them as they jiggled with each step. The driver, a burly bald man in his late 30s, nearly drove off the road when she slid into the backseat.

“Tower Bridge please mate,” she purred in a husky British accent, noticing his shameless ogling of her cleavage. “I’m sorting out the address. Lovely to meet you, I’m Tanya.” She stuck out a perfectly manicured hand, heavy with rings.

“P-pleasure’s all mine, love. I’m Steve,” the driver stammered, gripping the steering wheel tightly to hide his raging hard-on straining against his work trousers. They made small talk as he navigated traffic, Steve’s eyes constantly flicking up to the mirror to catch glimpses of Tanya’s stunning face and unbelievable body. Her white cropped top left little to the imagination – he could see the side of her breasts, soft and jiggly with the gentle movements of the car.

After a few moments, Tanya pulled out her phone, scrolling through messages with a barely stifled sigh. “Bloke I was gonna meet up with flaked,” she muttered under her breath. “Typical. Guess I’m not getting that shag tonight after all.”

“I, um, I’d be happy to, er, fill in for him, if you’re up for it love,” Steve offered eagerly, trying to play it cool but failure evident in his voice. “I mean, I’m just saying, if you find yourself, uh, company for tonight…”

Tanya smirked, a flash of yellow crown tattoo mimicking the curve of her plump lips. She leaned forward, giving him a perfect view of her cleavage and enormous tits in the rearview mirror, the injustice of London’s laws prohibiting women from going topless in public. “Oh I bet you would now wouldn’t you, sweetie? I had a girlfriend like you once,” Tanya chuckled wickedly. “Thought she could handle my tits but ended up choking on ’em. Bless.”

Steve swallowed hard, his cock throbbing and engorged, tenting his pants in an obscene way. Fuck, he wanted her. Wanted to feel this vibrant vixen’s superior, perfect breasts in his hands, enveloping his face, riding his cock like it was her job.

“I get it, Steve, I do. These girls – they’re a fucking handful,” Tanya said, jiggling her huge tits for emphasis as she laughed. Her nipples were hard, straining against the thin cotton of her top. “Here, lemme make it easier on you. You want a good look?”

Behind the wheel, Steve felt dizzy with lust and given the Thumb’s Up to unravel this Medusa. He couldn’t look away as trickster Tanya slowly lifted her crop top over her head, exposing those massive, natural tits uninhibited in the backseat of the taxi – all natural, doughy, jiggling E-cup breasts tipped with quarter-sized aureolas and rock-hard pink nipples that seemed to pierce through the air towards him.

“Bloody hell – say it with me now, Steve. Those big natural boobs are made for titwanks,” Tanya ordered with an exaggerated wink.

“Th-those big natural boobs are made for titwanks,” Steve repeated obediently, his hands white-knuckled around the steering wheel, forgetting he was supposed to be driving her to fucking Tower Bridge.

“Good boy! Here’s your reward,” Tanya purred, reaching out and gently cupping her own big breasts, raising them up and forward. “Come on mate, give ’em a good grope. Ain’t every day you get to play with knockers this size, yeah? I dare you, nice and rough-like. Really give me a proper titwank.”

Steve reached back with his left hand, lightly tracing the curve of her enormous left breast, marveling at the softness, the pillowy give beneath his fingertips. A moan escaped his lips unbidden, and he began to knead her tit, rolling and squeezing that ample flesh in his hands. His cock screamed inside his trousers as he palmed her breast, thumb brushing circles around her hard pink nipple.

“Fuckin’ ‘ell that’s more like it! With both hands now, really get in there,” Tanya instructed breathily. “Christ those fingers feel good tangled in me tits, fuck! Put a bit of effort in!”

Desperate to do right by her, Steve complied, gripping both Tanya’s huge breasts in his strong driver’s hands, fingers sinking into that glorious, all-natural tit flesh. He began to titwank her in earnest, feeling his cock throb as he made contact with her nipples, giving himself over to the exhilaration of this brazen taxi fantasy.

“Oh fuck that’s it, piss off I know how to handle a good titwank,” Tanya grinned wantonly, back arching slightly to press her tits harder into his groping hands. “C’mon Steve, these tits aren’t gonna titwank themselves! Plunder me like a Fcken drowning sailor, yeah? I wanna feel them puppies jiggle!”

Steve bent the rules of safe driving, aggressively kneading and pulling her big natural jugs as they bounced emphatically under his groping throttling meant for steering. He titwanked her like a starving man tasting a last feast, worshiping those erotic assets with hot desperation. Milk spilled over from his truck in a crescent moon, filling FFXXX as he gave Tanya’s huge knockers a proper grope, relishing every second of this divine tittyplay.

“What’s next then, love?” Tanya dared with hooded bedroom eyes, silently relishing the effect she had on him, the power she wielded. “Maybe we can take a pit stop from wherever it is you’re taking me. Pull over, turn around, and get up here in the backseat with me. I wanna see that big dick.”