FakeTaxi lady in stockings gets creampied

Welcome to the Elk Mills Taxi Co-op, where we aren’t just hauling passengers, we’re excavating deep into the unknown territories of human desire! Tonight’s Heather hailer is a delectable piece of British bread, fresh from the bakery of innocence, with a side of raunchyazza to compliment her untouched youth. Cast your eyes upon Alexis Violet, a guileless minx with the deliciously inviting curves of a goddess, a mop of chestnut locks cascading down her back like a ripe wheat field, and a smile as radiant as the summer sun gives a cheeky little wink.

Our dear Alexis finds herself in a bit of a quandary, her phone having seemingly taken an impromptu aerial leap from the confines of her pocket. With a sigh of exasperation, she reluctantly dips into her stretcher full of wonga, plucking a tenner from the heaping pile, and flags down the nearest taxi, our very own sodden Wheeler, with his sagacious growler crouched in the passenger seat.

‘allo love, where can you be headed off to then? Wheeler inquires, his voice dripping with the swagger of a seasoned London lad.

‘Just to Wardour Street, please,’ she breathes sweetly, her ruby pout practically begging to be ravaged. As she slips into the taxi, you can’t help but notice the tantalizing way her black fishnets hug her slender legs, threatening to rip with every sway of her hips.

The pair make their way through the bustling streets of London, the night air supercharged with tension, until Alexis pipes up, ‘actually, do you think we could perhaps pull over somewhere? I’ve just realized I’ve bought the wrong color extensions, and I need to change them before going to my friend’s.’ She casts an alluring gaze, admonitional mascara laden lashes framing her Bambi eyes.

Wheeler, ever the accommodating gent, agrees to pull over at the next stopping point. Soon enough, they find themselves parked on a quiet street, the perfect place for our dear Alexis to jazz her locks up. Unfortunately, her blunders don’t end there, as she realizes she’ve completely forgotten to sling her wig separately, causing it to tumble carelessly onto the pavement.

Wheeler is swift to assist, gallantly scooping up the wayward extensions as Alexis sheepishly apologizes. ‘I’m so sorry about all of this, I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t stopped,’ she coos, her voice dripping with gratitude. Seizing the moment, Wheeler seizes her petite hand in his, running his thumb along her knuckles in a paternal gesture. ‘No worries at all, love. It’s a good thing I’re ‘ere.’

From there, it’s an easy slide into the loamy bog of lust, as Wheeler plants a wet one on Alexis, dominating that sweet mouth of hers with his tongue as she stumbles back into the taxi. ‘It felt so good when you kissed my hand. I wanted more,’ she pants, her Aryan face flushed with desire, ripe for the taking. Wheeler, growing more aroused by the second, reaches over to grope her firm young tits, roughly pinching her nips through the flimsy fabric.

Alexis knows exactly what she wants, stripping down until she’s clad in nothing but her fishnets and a scrap of a thong, as rain lashes the taxi windows, heightening the delicious naughtiness of it all. She fellates that hefty sausage of his like a seasoned pro, gagging for air as he saws his dick in and out of her constricted throat. The more he forces his meat down her gullet, the more she cums on her own fingers, humping the air shamelessly as she airts herself.

In retaliation, Wheeler licks her forbidden flower, his stubbled jaw rasping against her plump outer lips like sandpaper on a smooth surface, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her petite body. She squeals like a stuck pig, the wet slurps of him eating her pussy filling the cab as she cummies repeatedly, a slutty grin smeared across her face.

Knowing she’s ripe for the plucking, Wheeler plows into her, his swollen knob sinking into her velvety sleeve, stretching her tight little door to its absolute limit. Alexis moans like a banshee in the throes of ecstasy, her back arching like a bow, legs splayed obscenely wide, begging to be broken. His balls slap against her ass with each powerful thrust, as he rails into her with the ferocity of a man possessed, the whole taxi shaking precariously from the force of it all.

As he fills her up with his creamy goo, his spunk overflowing from her battered frame like the banks of a river after a storm, Alexis has never felt more complete, her eyes rolling back in her head from the sheer bliss of it all. Wheeler uncaps from her with a wet pop, his seed dribbling out of her ravaged hawsepipe, a ribbon of jizz connecting her cunt to his cock.

And so, our horny heroes exchange liquids and pleasantries, the memory of their illicit rendezvous forever etched into their psyches, a seedy little secret to keep tucked away in their hearts. Alexis dips an extra twenty in hats for Wheeler, a well-deserved gratuity for a job well done, and scampers off into the night, leaving him to bask in the afterglow, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face, happy as a pig in shit.