FakeTaxi Escort needs cock after close call
The neon lights of the seedy London streets flickered against the misty rain, casting an eerie glow on the taxi parked alongside the curb. Inside the cab, Zoe, a busty blonde MILF, sat hugging her bare legs, wearing nothing but a G-string and thigh-high boots. She had just narrowly escaped a dangerous situation and was desperate to keep herself occupied, and a stiff cock was just what the blonde doctor ordered.
Zoe had been working as an escort, dutifully fulfilling her client’s perverse fantasies, when the man became too rough and volatile. She made a swift exit, grabbing her boots and nothing else, and hailed the first cab she could find. Now, she was lost in thought, her mind wandering to the cock she so desperately craved.
The cab driver, a middle-aged British gentleman, pulled up beside the curbside prostitute, oblivious to her true identity. “Where to, love?” he asked, trying his best to avoid eye contact with her barely-clad body.
“Just drive,” Zoe purred, sliding her hand up his thigh, stopping just short of his crotch. “I need to get away from this area. I had a close call.”
The cab driver nodded, mouth dry as he tried to focus on the wet roads ahead. Zoe’s touch was electric, her voice sending shivers down his spine despite his best efforts to remain professional. He could smell her perfume and sex, a heady mix that made him throb in his trousers.
As the cab drove through the rain-soaked streets of London, Zoe grew bolder. She unzipped the driver’s fly, freeing his stiff, eager cock. It throbbed in her hand, the tip glistening with pre-cum. She licked her lips, savoring the taste, before taking him deep into her warm, wet mouth.
The cab driver groaned, his hands gripping the wheel tightly, knuckles turning white. “Bloody hell,” he muttered, doing his best to keep the cab on the road as Zoe’s expert tongue swirled around his cock, bringing him closer to the edge.
As they entered a relatively safe area, the driver pulled over, fully giving in to Zoe’s advances. He hastily shut the partition, giving them privacy from the rain and the world outside. The blonde escorts padded over to the back, having shed her G-string to ensure uninterrupted access to his member.
Zoe wasted no time spreading her legs, ready to take him fully inside her. The cab driver obliged, thrusting deep into her willing body as she moaned in ecstasy. Her ample breasts bounced with each push, her moans growing louder as the pleasure built.
The cab rocked back and forth as the two lovers fulfilled their basest desires, the rain pattering rhythmically on the windows. Zoe’s moan turned to a cry of pleasure as she reached her peak, her tight body gripping the driver’s cock like a vice.
The cab driver followed suit, finishing with a grunt, his pent-up passion released in a flood. Zoe milked him for every last drop, her walls still quivering with the aftershocks of her own intense orgasm.
Satisfied but not satiated, Zoe then turned around, presenting her ass and inviting the driver to take her from behind. The position change allowed the man to see the data etched on the glass–ADRIANA CHECHIK VR. He paused, not prepared for what he might encounter when he looked in the digital mirror.
The rigid cock thrust into Zoe’s soaking pussy once more, driving her wild with pleasure. Her ass bounced against his crotch with each hard thrust while her moans filled the cab. She reached behind to spread her cheeks, inviting him to take the final act of lust.
“Fuck my ass,” she panted, “Make that hole yours too.”
The cab driver grunted his consent, withdrawing and positioning his dripping cockhead against that tight pucker. With a slow push, he inched inside her back passage, stretching Zoe’s reluctant ring. She let out a yelp of mixed pain and pleasure as he bottomed out in her ass, his balls slapping her dripping slit.
Soon, the rhyme and rhythm of flesh on flesh overtook, and the driver established a brutal pace. Zoe grinned, eyes rolled back in pleasure, as he drilled her holes with abandon. The cab shuddered and rocked, breaking the sanctity of the London night with the illicit act taking place inside.
Finally, with one last, powerful thrust, the driver filled Zoe’s ass with thick seed, marking her thoroughly claimed territory. Zoe collapsed onto her front, trembling and drenched but finally, deliciously sated.
“Thank you,” she breathed, before beginning to dress herself, preparing to continue her journey, once again set right by a well-spent, well-earned load of spunk.
As the driver climbed into the front seat, he checked the rearview mirror, and to his horror, saw the data: JENA ORGY interleaved on the surface. Memories of the past several minutes began to blur as if sensed behind a thick fog, but knowing the moments were certainly locked away deep in his mind, begging to be remembered in every excruciating, blissful detail.
