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In the grimy backstreets of London, a yawning cabbie named Mick stifled a yawn. It was yet another dreary night of ferrying squiffy revellers and defeated office drones. But just as he was debating knocking off early, a coy rapping on his window startled him from his reverie.

A tall, striking figure stood under the lamplight, a enveloped in a tight, black trench coat. As Mick rolled down the window, a wave of intoxicating perfume wafted in, awakening his sluggish senses.

“Oi guvnor,” the woman purred, “nice cab you got ‘ere. Fancy a bit of a spin?” She cocked her head, raven hair tumbling over one pale shoulder. Her deep red lips curled in a sly smirk, a smudge of dark lipstick across the corner of her mouth.

Mick’s eyes flicked over her voluptuous form barely contained by the tight leather trench. Stockings and suspenders were visible at the hem. His cock began to steadily stiffen in his trousers.

“A spin, you say?” he replied, voice suddenly hoarse. “Where’re we headed, love?”

She leaned in close, an ample breast brushing his cheek. “Let’s see where the road takes us,” she murmured, her breath honey-warm on his ear. “After you give me a closer look at your cabs…amenities.”

A thrill shot through him at her innuendo. He unlocked the door and the mysterious woman glided into the back seat, the supple leather creaking beneath her.

As he pulled out into the nighted streets, Mick caught his passenger’s gaze in the rearview mirror. She smiled, snake-like, and reached up to slowly unfasten her coat. She shrugged it off, revealing the glory of her ivory flesh clad in skimpy black lace.

Full, round breasts swelled from a sheer push-up bra, nipples visibly stiff through the delicate fabric. A garter belt cinched her tiny waist, the lacy straps disappearing into the fishnet stocking tops. A neatly trimmed thatch of dark hair peeped from a skimpy G-string buried between her lush thighs.

Mick gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white, pulse pounding in his ears. Cock throbbing, he forced himself to keep his eyes on the road, every muscle bunching with delicious tension.

“See something you like, guvnor?” his passenger cooed provocatively. “Why don’t you have a proper gander?” She reached down to peel the damp G-string aside, exposing her plump, glistening vulva.

“Fuck me,” Mick groaned, driving with one hand as he fished out his straining erection with the other. “Someone strung me bait for a lass like you. What’s your poison, darlin’?”

“Mm, no need for propriety with me,” she giggled. “Stick your knob in and I’ll suck out your cream.”

Taking her at her word, Mick pulled over and clambered into the back with her. She lay back against the seat, fishnet-clad legs falling open invitingly.

Wasting no time, Mick knelt between her thighs and kicked her voluminous bra up to bare her bounteous tits. His hands kneaded her pillowy breasts, thumbs and forefingers rolling and tugging her rosy nipples. The cabbie buried his face in her cleavage, lips and tongue bathing her soft curves.

“D’you like my big mams?” she giggled, arching her back to thrust her tits into his face. “Fancy a suck?”

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